Office #30, Friday
Sarah wasn't sure how, as a first-time instructor, she'd drawn a large office with a window and some privacy; she could only assume her real employers had pulled some strings.
Either way, it was nice. She set up her tech equipment as quickly as she could manage, then went back to reading through the data she'd pulled on her new employee. It was funny; there was nothing wrong with it that she could put her finger on, but to her trained eyes it seemed weirdly sparse for a teenage girl, even with different realities taken into consideration. And then there was the comment she'd made in class about Claire Butler not always being her name.
There were things to keep in mind when she saw Miss Butler, then. Shrugging it off for the moment, she settled to work on her lesson for Monday.
[OOC: Open office, yep! Info on Claire found with permission -- if you want Sarah to find something on your pup, poke me OOC.]
Either way, it was nice. She set up her tech equipment as quickly as she could manage, then went back to reading through the data she'd pulled on her new employee. It was funny; there was nothing wrong with it that she could put her finger on, but to her trained eyes it seemed weirdly sparse for a teenage girl, even with different realities taken into consideration. And then there was the comment she'd made in class about Claire Butler not always being her name.
There were things to keep in mind when she saw Miss Butler, then. Shrugging it off for the moment, she settled to work on her lesson for Monday.
[OOC: Open office, yep! Info on Claire found with permission -- if you want Sarah to find something on your pup, poke me OOC.]