"How do you do?" Angela softly inquired.

The kindness was met with a scowl and a motion towards her swollen abdomen.

"How does it look like I'm doing?"

But her eyes betrayed her sassy false bravado. She was scared to death and Angela had to think quick if she wanted to earn her trust.

"Have you eaten lunch?" she asked, recalling how she was constantly hungry towards the end of her own pregnancy.

The deflection worked, Gillian's face returning to it's almost childlike state at the mere thought of food. She shook her head.

"Nothin' since breakfast." Smiling down and giving her belly an affectionate rub, "And you're a growing boy, aren't you Jimmy?"

Angela twitched but, thankfully, no one noticed.

"Katy? Will you take our young friend to the lounge while I speak with Ms. Randolph in private?"

"Sure," she looked doubtfully towards the switchboard.

"Send them to voicemail," Angela instructed and smirked. "And…maybe you could show her some if those videos you were just talking about."

She couldn't resist and Katy arched a brow in mock-spite.

"I'll let you know when we're ready for her."