Lost Little Lass

[seanfhocail]

Who: A lost professor and a kindly barely-hungover student
When:  May 27th
Where: The campus of LU
What: Abigael is trying to find her new office but it's just too bloody big a campus... Someone with an esexi accent will have to show her the right way. Or something.

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[salylimon]

There were days where Emi wondered if she should continue this habit of waking up early after a night of drinking. Though, in her own defense, her drinking habit had all but dwindled into the one or two social drinks and/or shots with a friend rather than a copious amount of liquor that could, over time, potentially deteriorate her liver

THIS IS LATE. YOU CONTINUE ABOUT YOUR SCHOOLINGS YOUNG MISS.

[seanfhocail]

Whirling around at the touch, as if expecting to turn into some shove that would send her toppling, Abigael stared at the young woman who was addressing her. Very cute, and polite no less. No need to start babbling at her in Gaelic to make her go away.

"Oh, dear, ye cannae a asked at a better time." She smiled. "I'd shake yer hand but I'm afraid me hands are a little full- I'm a professor here and I'm lookin' for me office and I'm afraid... Well, I'm afraid I've lost my bearings a wee bit- can ye help me out? I'm looking for the Graham Bell building..."

She felt a little pathetic at this point but who cared. The girl had offered help and it would be most impolite to not accept it.

lololol so late oh god.

[salylimon]

"The Graham Bell building-?" Emi echoed, brow furrowing slightly. The name sounded familiar, but whether or not she could remember it's exact location was another thing entirely. Of course, telling the poor woman this would potentially seem a bit rude, considering Emi had just volunteered to help her.

Teeth digging into her bottom lip, she suddenly smiled. "Actually, I do know where that is. I think it's one of the smaller buildings by one of the larger humanities buildings." A pause. "If that makes sense, I mean." Her smile turned sheepish before she held out her hand politely toward the woman. "I can help you carry a few things and take you there. If you'd like."

IT'S COOL BROSKI.

[seanfhocail]

Abigael didn't even bother to wait, dumping some of her things into the proffered hand and letting out a relieved sigh, straightening and stretching to fix the kink in her back.

"Well that's much better. Thank you, lovie." Now with less burdens in her arms, the Irish woman felt a little more in control of her affairs and proceeded to follow the nice lady towards a set of buildings. "It's very kind of ye ta stop- I musta looked silly runnin' around like a chicken with me 'ead cut off."

Laughing a little, she tucked some of her red hair behind her ear. "I'm goin' ta be a professor here. Me name's Abigael Flynn O'Farragher Kirkland- but ye can call me Abby."