After spending the afternoon
blowing stuff up in Revolutions, D was back in 237.
She tried to work on homework essays and plan what she was going to pack for the weekend, but she was having trouble focusing.
Underneath it all, she was fretting. She'd made
some calls earlier and hadn't heard anything back yet.
So here she was, reading over hand-outs and prodding her notes. It was entirely possible her notes were upside down.
[ooc: Door closed. Post Open. Thread with the frog locked to him & d]