Madame Mist is rather ruffled. In fact, she quite resembles a small, fat, rather fluffy animal of the class Aves.
The cause of her disgruntlement is essentially quite simple, though of course you could break it down and complicate it beyond recognition. Indeed, it is true that she wasn't able to get a second cup of coffee, and yes, it is entirely factual that she has not been very productive at all today, but what you must ask yourself is whether that is really enough to validate the fact that she is presently doing a rather good imitation of a piece of Avian statuary, and I rather suspect you will find that it is not.
Now, what is almost certainly enough to make her shock not only plausible, not only accessible, but also characteristic and believable, is nothing other than the sight of the Elders Ravel and Bespoke engaged in ever-so-slightly unmentionable, abjectly shocking and incredibly scandal-worthy acts over Madame Mist's desk.
She stares at them coldly for a minute, considers freezing them as they are, rethinks this and stalks away, wondering when, if ever, she'll get her workspace back. She might end up burning the desk, she thinks darkly.
A/N: Not an unfair reaction, I doubt.
~Mademise Morte, December 21