The only thing Lady can coherently think is 'oh good god' as her cue stick slides a little too quickly under her hands and she misses her intended shot. The ball, on the other hand, goes rocketing around the table until finally coming to rest at the far pocket.

"Huh? Uh, y-yeah. All set I need to talk to Morrison see if he wants to do the handoff or if he wants me to."

Please please let a hole open in the floor and swallow her now.