"You don't have to tell me the story of my own life," Misha griped, a noted lack of heat in her voice. It was perhaps more of a slip than she was used to, but she excused it with the amount of stress she was under. Lack of options really was making her a basket of nerves under her calm veneer and all she wanted to do was burst out of the tower, crawl into the living room and beg to watch a movie with the group until the shivers went away.