Swayed by the heavy half of my job, I walk with stout determination into her office and promptly get to work on the "problem". She quietly stands observing my progress. It is not her, but the problem I am attempting to resolve that is making me cranky. She continues to stand and observe. Stopping, to reach for a tool, I become aware of her quiet, gentle "Small Giantish" gaze. Straightening myself up, I mumble something about being right back and head towards the door.