It's only a matter of time before you have located George's seat. Good thing that the seats in this place are organised alphabetically.
George is still wearing the same clothes that you saw her in last, just before the exam started (surprise, surprise...): a light purple sleeveless top (not that you can see much of it from your position...) with a long black skirt and (the important part) black mules.
Her toes writhe above you, not standing still for a moment. Every now and then, she uncrosses and recrosses her legs, as if impatient at something. Good job you're not doing this exam yourself; you briefly wonder whether you'll need a doctor's note to explain your absence...
Back to the matter in hand. It would clearly be insane to try and get onto her feet. You'd be dislodged in an instant, or else crushed beneath toes that must weigh upwards of a ton each.
A safer bet would be to cling to the skirt (it's long enough to trail on the ground) and climb up it to her lap.
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