"Nervousness is not a factor." Tiffany thought to herself as she wiped her palms to dry them on one of the lab towels. She had picked one up out of habit and placed it in her slack pockets. Trying not to think about the scorching heat on her face or the penetrating stares of being the center of attention. Forcibly not thinking about made it the only thing she could think of until she thought of what she wanted to talk about.
"Yes! I mean, hello, I am Tiffaney Dyne, and today I want to speak to you about anti solutions." She stumbled a bit as she moved her chalkboard into place for the four guest to see. They had stools to sit on and the forward lab workbench was to their left. She had some of the visual aids and other examples siting there, with the material to preform her reactions if needed.
