She was still standing, and staring... and she felt as though she would fall to the floor any second now. She wanted to fall to the floor. To sit, and cry. But a couple of things prevented her from doing so. It was cold... it was not productive... and apparently she wasn't alone.

"Oh... hi Cris," she greeted in her smallest voice. "We need to move them. There's no point doing anything here." And they would have to cut some of their losses. "I've not been happy with the conditions in here for some time... and this obviously isn't working.. so... we're moving." Yep.

"Could you start by grouping the healthier.... less frozen specimens, I need to post a notice... we need man power."

And without further hesitation she sprinted out of the greenhouse to her barren office around the corner.