"Sit," Tate circled the girl to take his own seat with some appreciation. The place was absolute madness, the professors had taken to sword fighting and tying each other up, and he needed summer like it was air and he was drowning.

Still. "What can I do for you, Miss Flores? Waited a bit to complain about the curriculum, didn't you?" Should he offer her tea? She seemed a bit... frantic.