"Oh, my God. Such lies." She has a reputation as a vaguely snobby (where people got that idea she has no clue), kind of bitchy (she will give them that one!) girl to keep, you know.

"Tell no one. That can't get out. It'd be bad for everyone." She turns to look at John, letting Marcus idle on a street corner while people around him walk by. Noting the armful of stuff he's carrying, she looks at her desk and with a small wave of her hand, the few books she has on it stack themselves. There's now space for the tray and the electric tea kettle.

"Seriously, though. You want none of this cold. It's terrible. But I do appreciate you coming by." She doesn't quite do as well with solitude as she did before.