Jocasta Wiggs, swimming in the shit, utterly dependent on the goodwill of Sam Vimes, and knowing it.
And knowing that even if he lets her out, this is only the start of her woes.
Having to squelch back accross the City soaking wet, and not just with water. And it's a long walk from Scoone Avenue to Filigree Street. (Vimes will have taken her money for the Watch widows and orphans fund, so she can't even call a cab - and what cab would take her?)
The subsequent debriefing with Miss Alice Band. Nobody can do dark sarcasm in (or out of) the classroom like an Assassins' School Teacher.
The derision of her peers.
And finally the dry-cleaning bill.
Used to be too clever by half, but by virtue of consistent drinking, now only too clever by about a quarter. Banned from all BBC messageboards for being too much of an "uncceptable editorial risk".