Ugh. That had been rude. Not the older woman, but Beverly. She just up and walked to grab a broom. She did nod, but with a scowl on her face. It wasn't the official's fault there were suddenly gray hairs on her head. It certainly wasn't the woman's fault she was grumpy.

Ah. Fudge. Conscience.

Setting the broom on a table Beverly walked over to the woman, trying to smooth out her frown. "Hi. Um...It is okay if I help out, right?" This was embarrassing. That's why you think before you act, Wayne. "Sorry for being late. I--" grew gray hair "--didn't mean to." Technically she wasn't lying.

She balanced herself from one foot to the other. Apology accepted, yeah?