The lift dinged as we reached the bottom floor and we filed out, Cissy's hand squeezing mine in reassurance. "I really need to go to the loo, can you get us seats?" I nodded, jaw set against Rita. Cissy looked at the pair of us uncomfortably, then hurried off to the lavatory down the hallway away from the courtroom. Rita strode off of the lift, turning a lazy eye to me as if checking me out. It felt creepy to have her leer at me, as if she could see under my clothes.