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Mairin Moran	Mairin is sitting at a computer in the Electromagnetics lab, but she doesn't seem to be focussed on anything. Which even for people who know her casually would seem odd. A cup of tea, barely touched, sits cold beside the keyboard and one finger traces slowly up and down the handle.     Aside from that, the lab is empty. Save for the dozen or so computer terminals, electromagnets of very sizes and purposes, and a half dozen other even less recognizeable pieces of equipment. The only sound... the omnipresent low hum of fans and whoosh of under-floor vents sending cool air up to keep the entire lab at a comfortable 65 degrees.
Nettie Crowe	Sometimes, Nettie gets what she calls 'The Odd Draws' with her ancient Tarot deck. Page of Wands.     ... Page of Wands.         ... Page of Wands...?     "... odd." Nettie states, and she shifts her weight a moment in her shop. "... only have one of them in this deck, and you... are a Rider Page." she'd mumble to her cards, and then gather the cards up, and she grasps a little crystal ball.     "ALl right, let's see what our Page of Wands is up to--" she mumbles --     And about a half hour later, Nettie was out. She doesn't look too different from the general population of the students, wearing black leggings, a green tunic shirt and a darker green vest, some of her gray-white hair tucked under a watch cap.     Even the crow that was accompanying her wasn't too out of the ordinary. New York is a Weird-Ass place.     ... so when she spots Mairin up in a lab, she narrows her eyes, and glances about before she mumbles a quick incantation.     And up she goes, largely ignored.     And that's when Mairin might here a rapping, as if someone gently tapping, tapping on the window there -- and Nettie, on the ledge just outside.
Mairin Moran	Mairin actually screams a little at the sound, jumping nearly out of her skin and knocking over the cup of tea which spills its contents all over her keyboard.     "Shit! She looks around franticly for something to sop it up with, a stream of explitives streaming from her mouth. Eventually she just unplugs the keyboard to take it to the window and try to drain it out, which is when she spots Nettie and simply freezes.     Her mouth works a little, her brow furrows, and then she shuffles slowly to open the window.     "Nettie?"
Nettie Crowe	"Hello poppet!" Nettie greets, as if she was some kind of old lady and not a college-student looking witch wearing freaking converse sneakers.     "Out for a walk. Got a bit lost. Mind if I come in?" she questions, turning to Mairin. "It's a bit of a drop, you see." she motions downwards, and edges a bit closer to the window.     Corvax gives a caw of laughter, and just makes his way inside.
Mairin Moran	"Ummm.. sure." Mairin opens the window enough for Nettie to come in, shakes the keyboard outside which does very little to releave it of the tea, then closes the window again. "You got lost?" she asks as she turns around, doubt obvious in her voice. But she doesn't really have time to think about it, as she is focussing on the one thing that makes sense right now. The keyboard. She takes this back to the computer and starts trying to plug it in. But of course the connector wont go in no matter how many orientations she tries.
Nettie Crowe	"Have a tendency to do that." Nettie replies as she hops off the sill and into the room, stretching out her legs a moment. It's obvious now that she's not wearing skirts and shawls that she's not a willowy figure, but is sturdy in the same way that a scarecrow might be, sharp edges about her body.     "I got particularly lost to end up on a third floor window." she comments, and she watches the tea come out of the keyboard. And then watches Mairin try to plug it back in.     "... don't... they come in wireless these days?"
Mairin Moran	"Only. If the. Dean. Decides.. Damn it!" She drops the cord and stalks away, her hands clenching, un-clenching, wringing, then stretching as she forces herself to calm and turn back around with a forced smile that doesn't touch her damp eyes. "Only if the Dean decideds there's enough money in the budget to buy slightly more expensive keyboards, rather than a new collider or magnetron."     She smooths out her hair, which has gone a bit more frazzled than ususal, and walks over to a small table that holds a coffee maker and supplies, as well as paper towels.
Nettie Crowe	She watches the younger woman struggle with the cord a moment, watching as she gets frustraited. Her eyes narrow a moment, and she takes a deep breath, and tilts her head back. She shouldn't get too heavily involved. After all, history is littered with the bodies of students of the occult. She purses her lips, glancing to Mairin and then asks: "... what happened Mairin?"     There's a pause. "My deck has assigned you a card. It came up three times in the same reading, pulled from three different decks. I figured I would pop in and see how you were handling things, but it appears that something else occure dbetween you leavin' my shop and my showing up."
Mairin Moran	"Nothing..." she lies as she pulls off a generous amount of paper towels and stalks back to the computer. "I just... I just..." She tries unsuccessfully to get herself to face what happened. "I just got... reminded of... Things. It was nothing. It wasn't like she was actually going to use it..." Her laugh is a little too close to hysterical. "She just wanted some information. She could have just called me! I mean, it wasn't even important. And it wasn't..."
Mairin Moran	"It wasn't like she was actually going to hurt me."
Nettie Crowe	Nettie's focused her eyes on Mairin, and she watches a moment. She takes a deep breath, and she brings her hand up. She focuses, and grips her left hand at her side, holding her wand in its special sheath.     The tea and wetness (along with anything else that might have been in the keyboard and on the desk the board was on) rises up, floating in indistinct bubbles as she focuses her will on the mess.     "Keep Talking. Someone came to you looking for information. You were threatened. With what?" she asks.
Mairin Moran	Mairin steps back, saying nothing for a moment as she just watches the magic at work and for a moment her eyes have that same childlike wonder they had in Nettie's shop. Then she sits down, pulling her arms around her. She had a knife. It was just a small thing. And I knew she wouldn't use it. It isn't like I haven't been threatened with a knife before..."     There is a pause... "Anyway, it wasn't a big deal. We talked, I helped her, and she left."
Nettie Crowe	Nettie directs the water to heat, drawing it closer to her with a twist of her hand. And eventually, the water steams away. The little bits of all manner of things that get stuck beneath keyboards disappears in a puff of smoke, and then she looks over to Mairin. She narrows her eyes.     "So it was someone you knew?" she questions, coming and leaning against the side of the desk. Corvax gives a quiet sound of displeasure, but keeps his beak shut as he holds his position near the window.     "... also the tendency to be threatened with knives is worrisome on its own."
Mairin Moran	"No. I'd never seen her before." She stares as some point under the desk. "She just reminded me of..." She glances up at Nettie, her eyes narrowing for a moment as if she's considering whether or not she can really trust her. But... She's over one-hundred years old, if she can be believed. Surely that comes with some wisdom. And there is something about the woman, a calm confidence that just...     "I don't make a habit of it," she mutters, gaze returning to the spot under the desk. She rubs the goosebumps on her arms. "It was when I was a kid. I was just in middle school when Gotham got cut off and everything went to hell. I was out with my brother. We weren't supposed to be, but my mother had been injured and my father was home taking care of her and we needed groceries. So I took my little brother and some money and went to get them."
Nettie Crowe	Nettie is listening. Her head is cant to one side, her eyes showing the age that her body doesn't. A faded aquamarine, no longer even blue. Her lips purse, and she listens carefully to Mairin speak, marking the pause and reluctance. She takes a breath, and she tilts her head back, her eyes finally breaking from Mairin. She narrows them a moment, as if listening to a far away voice.     "What happened afer that?" She questions, curios and caring. And she tapes herself, tapping her vest a moment and she removes a lighter and a little cloth pouch -- and then glances around the place, rolls her eyes, and then tucks that back into her vest, and instead reaches into her bag and pulls out a paper bag.     "Jellybaby?"
Mairin Moran	She reaches up to take one, even putting it in her mouth. Her voice gets all distorted as she chews. "We got mugged of course. It was stupid of me to think we wouldn't. They weren't even hiding. It wasn't like there were police to stop them... the entire city was some darwinian experiament. They grabbed me, of course. Put a knife to my throat. Threatened me. Used me to get Sean... desperate. Crying. Just for fun. They knew I had the money. Even after they took it, they still..."     She sighs deeply. "Then there was a noise, they got scared and they ran. And so did we. Ran all the way back home. Only now there was no money *or* groceries."     There is another big sigh and she looks up. "Just one of hundreds with the same story, though. It's not a big deal."
Nettie Crowe	"... I never liked that much." Nettie states with a frown. "It is a big deal. You carry your memories. You are an almalgation of them. Every behavior, every thought, every fear, conditioned into you by experience." Nettie replies quietly. "Our memories help define who we are. And what we pull from them can feed fires you don't even know you have." she explains, and she looks to her.     "So, you and wee Sean go to bed hungry that night?"
Mairin Moran	"That's just it though... I haven't thought about that night in years. Not until.." She gives a wan smile. "Yeah. That night and a lot of others. Eventually things got better again. Mom was able to play again, and dad went back to teaching at GSU. We weren't poor. Just..." she shrugs, figuring Nettie will understand. "Just seems kind of a waste to hold onto a memory like that. Probably why I left as soon as I could."
Nettie Crowe	"Was that the first time you felt real fear?" Nettie inquires. "A knife to your throat, your brother crying, in a ruinous Gotham City?" she asks, her voice stretching at the name of the city as she considers her own question.     "It's important to know what makes you freeze up; at what point I might need to interrupt something. Which I will, in the course of training." she gives a slight smile. "Fear itself is powerful an enemy."
Mairin Moran	Mairin considers the question for a moment, then nods. "Yeah, I guess it was. I mean I grew up pretty isolated from anything remotely resembling that." She shifts in her chair, a measure of that professional curiosity coming back to her eyes, but her face still looking all of her scant 23 years. "But even then. Even in that moment, I don't remember *feeling* fear. I just remember thinking about how I could get away, what I could do, what I could use, how I could do it without leaving Sean behind. And I never looked back on it with fear. Just..."
Nettie Crowe	"'Just'?" Nettie inquires. Every part of her looks Mairin's age. She looks like she'd be at home in the Liberal Arts area, holding up picket signs and any manner of oddball gatherings -- maybe even hacky-sack. Do people even hacky-sack anymore?     But the way she carries herself, the gentle way her presence lends itself to the room was fading. She notably makes no move to physically touch Mairin. She keeps out of arm's reach, in fact.     "Please, continue, Mairin."
Mairin Moran	"Just... I don't know. I just always look back on that moment as teaching me a lesson. That fear isn't useful. That it would only cloud your judgement and make it so you can't do anything useful." She shrugs. "So I don't ususally have a problem with being afraid. I've always been able to see things clearly and logically." She watches Nettie, perhaps gauging whether or not that is a good thing by her reaction.
Nettie Crowe	Nettie's face is momentarily unreadable, as if she wasn't completely listening, and then she gives a nod.     "That's good to know. But you will be afraid. That's all right. I never take anyone on that I don't intend to back fully, to the best of my ability, but knowing you face fear with thoughtfulness is useful. Very useful." she gives a small smile. "I tend to face fear by yelling, and possibly lobbing a fireball."
Mairin Moran	Mairin laughs, and the act jogs a few tears loose that she quickly wipes away. "Thank you," she says afterward. "I needed that, I guess. And I'm sorry. I'm not usually so... Emotional."     "Wait... you came here just to check up on me. You weren't lost at all. You said that you drew my card three times... So you came to help me." She sounds at once both shocked, and in wonder.
Nettie Crowe	"Well, it's not completely a lie. I got lost on the way here." Nettie gives a toothy grin. "and it's true. I drew a card three times, from one deck. Which shouldn't happen, actually, at all." she trails off, glancing to the side "... but I figured if the spirit of my cards has taken a shine to new students, who am I to argue?" she shrugs. "So I came."
Mairin Moran	Mairin just stares at Nettie for a few seconds. Quite obviously unsure how to take this or what to do with it. "I... Thank you. I'm glad you did come. I hope it wasn't too much of a bother."
Nettie Crowe	"No, no, no bother." Nettie replies, her cultured accent fading back to her normal accent, natural and rather genteel sounding. She straightens a little, giving a smile to Mairin.     "Like I said, when I put myself behind someone... it's all the way. Doing something by halves isn't precisely something I'm good for." she gives a smile to Mairin.     "SO!" she states, and stands, motionoing around. "This is a Computer Lab. Where Computer Things are done."
Mairin Moran	Mairin laughs again her face brightening. No faster way to get her in a better mood then to ask her about her work. "Yes! Well, sort of. This is the Elctromagnetics Lab. There *are* computers here, obviously," she motions to the compter in front of her, "But they just interface with the equipment that we use to run experiments. I don't ususally work in here much, but I was checking on some work a college did for me. I ususally work in the Robotics Lab, or the actualy Computer Lab, if I'm going through data. And of course the Quantum Physics Lab, there is some truly increadible equipment in there that you wont find anywhere else."     She starts to say something else, catches herself and just smiles a little. An almost sheepish smile. "Anyway, I'm sure you don't want to hear about any of this. My experiance is that people outside of the other graduate students and professors find it very boring."
Nettie Crowe	"On the contrary. This? All this?" she motions, pointing around. "This is all new and alien. I remember reading Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea, From the Earth to the Moon, and thinking how fantastic the world would be with such things, it's the very notion of magic made material." Nettie gives a smile. "I'm just... really not good at computers. I had one. Once."     she frowned. "And then it got a virus, and I was concerned," she scratches her chin a moment, "so I yelled and lobbed a fireball at it."
Mairin Moran	She actually giggles, a sound very much her age, and very much not her usual self, but she doesn't seem to notice or mind. "I'm sure that didn't work out well. I wont lie, I'm not that great at computers either. Not programing them anyway. But I can use them to get my machines to do what I want them to. I'd love to learn how to program an AI. It would make so amny things so much easier, but that takes years I just don't have." She glances to the door. "Would you... like to see my work?"     There's something almost... intimate about the question. Like asking someone up to your flat for a drink.
Nettie Crowe	Nettie's fine eyebrows rise up. "Your work with... mangetical whats-its and incredible amounts of electricity which may react badly to my old self walking through?" she questions, and she tilts her head back, and tigves a small nod. She holds her arm out for Corvax to make his way to.     "Just don't be upset if she starts going glassy-eyed. Blood warrants and contracts and teleportation circles? Not a blink. Suddenly you put clockwork in and she falls right asleep." Corvax states, with a caw of laughter.
Mairin Moran	Mairin positively beams. Then holds the door open for Nettie. "Will I get a familiar too?" she asks as she leads the way down the hall. It's late. Not late for Mairin by any means, but late enough for most everyone else that the halls are empty. "Do they pick you or do you have like a... Store that you pick them out from. Like in Harry Potter."
Nettie Crowe	"Ah... no. I was an especially bright student of my family's arts." Nettie explains, "... and unfortunately had a fascination with the macabre from a young age. I stole a crow's egg from a nest -- terrible idea, really -- raised it on the entrails of a hanged man and then summoned forth a soul of the damned for a familiar spirit with my uncle's help." Nettie explains. By the way she's smiling, she might be serious, or she might be joking.     "Some have familiars, most do not. The benefits these days aren't as important. I don't have to send Corvax with messages to my friends, or see with his eyes."     Nettie holds up her unprotected smartphone. "This has Google Earth. I can even see the ruins of several of my old houses."
Mairin Moran	"I..." Mairin is alternately shocked, horrified, and suspicious at the story. In fact she seems about to inquire further, but either thinks better of it or decids there just isn't time to really delve into that topic as deeply as she would like.     "Here we are," she says, turning a corner and stoping at a door identicle to the one you just left through. "You wont be able to take your phone in here," she says, depositing hers into a cubicle beside the door before swiping her badge over the pad and keying in a code.     The door unlatches with an audible *thump* and she pulls on the handle, motioning for Nettie to go in first.
Nettie Crowe	"No, no, tell her about Diagon Alley! Let's make her get a cat!"     "I'm not encouraging the use of familiar spirits, like I said -- the benefits aren't very beneficial anymore unless you--" she pauses a moment as they put their phones down, and she takes a deep breath.     "RIght! Magnets, bad for computery things." she states with a fingersnap, and she pauses a moment before she goes into the room to see Mairin's work.
Mairin Moran	"Well I don't think I want one enough to have to feed anything anyone's entrails," Mairin comments softly, then closes the door firmly behind them. On the other side of the door is.... Another hall. Not exactly a great reveal. "Actually, the phone rule is because the government is afraid of people recording anything in here. I doubt anything here would damage them." She says it casually, as though national security issues were just an inconvenience. About ten paces down the hall she opens another door to her right. This one leads to a large white room filled on one side with computer monitors and, presumbably, their attendant computers. While on the other side, on the far side, through a large window that stretches across the length of the room, stands a large cube. It looks to be made of some kind of steel. Deffinitly runs on some kind of electricity. And glows a pale blue through numerous cracks and fisures that reveal lines resembling circuit pathways. Mairin stands motions to it grandly, like a ringmaster introducing his prize elephant. "This is QNCI."
Nettie Crowe	"Like I said, I was a very macabre child." Nettie explains, "and I had a reason for wanting a powerful familiar spirit at that time."     "Yes. Because her brother tried to get her to take a toad. She almost got a rat. And now she's got /me/." Corvax states, unusually chatty.     Nettie brings up the rear a little, bringing the bird to her shoulder so her arm can rest a moment before she comes to stop and stare at the immense artifact of science in front of her.     "Hello Quincy." she greets the huge thing. "Goodness... it's... so big."
Mairin Moran	"Oh it has to be. We're using neutrinos to create quantum fluctuations within the cube. Those fluctuations put off an immense amount of power that can then be harnessed. Or at least, that's what we're trying to do. No one's every been able to capture quantum energy as a power source before and actually transport that power in a usable form." Mairin rambles a bit, but the sheer joy in her voice in unmistakeable. It like a child describing what they want for Christmas. "If we can do it... If we could harness that power. Then it would mean a truly portable power source cleaner and more abundant that anything currently available." She shrugs, "Besides ones that individuals have elected to keep the secrets to." She turns to look at Nettie, expectant.
Nettie Crowe	"Oh, you can use magic as a battery. Tends to kill the magician you're taking it from though, over the long term." Nettie states with a grim sense of knowledge. "Magic also has a price. I've seen neonate mages turn themselves inside-out from their belly-buttons. Messy business, that." Nettie gives a soft hum of a breath.     ".. trust me, Mairin. Just because anyone can do magic, doesn't mean everyone should. I've had to do some pretty awful things in my lifetime."
Mairin Moran	Mairin tilts her head to the side and leans back agains tthe glass that houses QNCI. "But you did them because you had to. Power is pwoer, whether it is a fireball or a reactor. By the same words, you could say that not everyone who can learn science, should. And I would agree with you. The world has been full of people who have used it for horrible purposes. And even some who have used it for horrible things, did so because they were left with no other choice...     "Right?"
Nettie Crowe	"Not always. Some people are just born bad eggs. Fate has a funny way of clearing them out when they reach too quickly for too much, but sometimes it needs a hand... and sometimes," Nettie replies with a very quiet voice ".. Fate doesn't get them soon enough, and you're left to clean up the mess." she gives a small smile, and she takes a deep breath, and she motions up. "But this, this is brilliant. I can't even begin to fathom the science that goes into this. The computational power of what surrounds us. I have memoirized and built circles all my life."
Mairin Moran	"But what you do is increadible," Mairin says softly, though her face beams with pride at Nettie's words. "It is..." She ties to find the right word... "Beautiful." She gestures to QNCI, "This is just facts and figures used in a new and inventive way. I mean.... it has its' own kind of beauty. But not the same way.     She looks back to Nettie for a moment, then clears her throat and walks to one of the monitors, perhaps to check something, perhaps to just have something else to look at.
Nettie Crowe	"... no, Mare. What I do every day is a crime against--" she begins, and she realized that one, she's using a dimunitive. And two, she was about to give more information than she wanted to. She gives a soft 'hmmf' sound, and then shakes her head.     "It's more than beauty. In time, technology will make antiques like me completely obsolete. You'll be able to do things in the next couple of years that required months of work to study and execute when I was young."
Mairin Moran	Mairin doesn't seem to mind the diminutive, and she looks up at the sudden halt and redirect. With a look that clearly says she didn't miss it. "Perhaps. But I still believe that there are limits even to what science can accomplish. Even if those limits are just the side effects of otherwise miraculous designs." She walks back and sits down on the edge of a desk. "Look at Teflon. It was a mirricle. Until they found out it was poisoning people. Or Asbestos. Or any number of hundreds of other things we've designed with unintended consiquences."     She sighs and shrugs. "But what I want to know is, why your brother wanted you to get a toad?"
Nettie Crowe	"Because he wanted me to get warts. We're awful as children, my family. Truly awful. Once I jinxed him into having walrus tusks, you know." Nettie claims, though there's aboslutely no truth behind that statement.
Mairin Moran	She laughs. It doesn't matter to her whether the story is true or not. It's funny regardless. "I was pretty horrible to Sean when we were little. I don't remember really, I just know the stories as my parents tolkd me, but aparently I was very jealous when he was born. I tried all kinds of thing to gt my mother to take him back. It wasn't until she was hurt that we really pulled together. And even then..." There is a brief moment of sadness in her eyes, but it passes as fast as it appears. "Is your brother also a... You know, I don't think I know the proper thing to call it... Wizard?"
Nettie Crowe	"Well, depends really a bit on what you do. I have a certain asthetic which lends itself neatly to being called a 'witch'. I'll also use mage interchangably, since most magic uses can be magus. Magi are a certain type of bloodline, in my experience. Wizards and warlocks tend to be a certain type again. Back in my time, a 'witch' was someone who practiced magic, herbalism, certain things. My family all called themselves witches, even though we were magic by blood." Nettie explains. "... but no. My brother... the littlest one. He... decided to not pursue magic. He founded a shipping company." she explains, and gives a small smile. "And he had six wonderful children, and a beautiful wife. And seventeen grandchildren. And thirty... two great grand children?" she asks, tilting her head back as she runs her tongue over her lower teeth. "I've lost track."
Mairin Moran	"That's a lot to keep track of," though whether she means all the types or the grandchildren is up for debate. She watches Nettie try to remember, though. A small smile on her face, and an expression of plain.... admiration. "When were you born?" It's a blunt, rude question asked with complete, almost childlike, innocent curiosity.
Nettie Crowe	"On a Wednesday, in the evening, during a storm. I think. Something poetic." the witch replies with an amused expression. She stretches her hands a moment, her fingers feeling a little sore. Something was picking at the back of her mind.     "I usually manage to keep track of things in books and logs, but for my family's safety, I've... largely stayed away. Get a stipend for the upkeep of familial burial grounds, that's how I fund the shop."
Mairin Moran	Mairin smiles. "I think I read that in a book somewhere." She pauses and adopts her, curiosity at 100% pose. Head tilted to the side, eyes narrowed, attention focussed. "How are you a danger to your family?" My, but she does ask some personal questions considering she's only met Nettie twice. But then, that doesn't matter. She'd ask the same thing to ta total stranger.
Nettie Crowe	"Not a story for a second-day student to hear, Mair." Nettie pipes up. "And one that I would rather not divulge to anyone, because it's not a happy one. Most magic doesn't have a happy ending. Let's tack that onto the lesson plan, poppet."     Nettie remains standing, the bird on her shoulder leering about as if looking for the most damaging thing he could perch on to make Mairin's life harder, but finding not much besides 'boxes that caught lightning', he just ruffles his feathers and glowers.     "And if it's in a book, I might have written it. Did a stint writing while I was in Tibet. An' again when I moved back to the UK and hung around Ireland for a bit as a mute."
Mairin Moran	Her eyes narrow a bit more and she shakes her head. "You know, I hope your lessons are more believable than some of your stories," she says with a smile. "Half the time I don't have the slightest idea if what you're saying is true or not." She shrugs, "But I like them either way. In fact... I think I prefer not knowing." There's something to be said for mystery.     "So, ummm... there isn't much else here to show you. All the rest is just a bunch of charts and tables and numbers that I'm *sure* would bore you to tears. And Corvax looks as though he wants to stretch his wings. Would you like me to show you out? I'm sure you have a lot else to do."
Nettie Crowe	Nettie opens her mouth, and then she stops, and she takes a sharp breath, and she tilts her head back, as if searching for something in the back of her mind.     "... Corvax. Go to the Laughing Magician. See to Chas." she states to the Crow, who gives a caw of confirmation, and turnsa nd simply seems to fly through the wall.     "... I'll need to check that infernal doom rectangle, but if there's no immediate cause for concern..." she pauses a moment, and looks to Mair "I have some time, if you'd like."
Mairin Moran	Mairin blinks in surprise, and stares at the spot of wall where Corvax dissapeared, then turns back to Nettie and blinks some more. "Do you mean... Your phone?" She laughs a little, then leads the way back out, first through the inner door, then back through the big door. It isn't until she's closing the big door that she realizes Nettie just said she'd like to spend time with her. Which wasn't what she meant or expected. Or maybe she did? She doesn't know. All of that is way to complicated and emotions don't follow logical pathways she can expiriment, analyze, and extrapolate. So she just deals with what she knows.     "I.... could show you my appartment..?" She has no idea why Nettie would want to see it, but her work and her appartment are really the only places she knows very well. It's a miracle the path between the one and the other isn't worn into a rut by now.
Nettie Crowe	Nettie grabs her phone, and checks it. She gives a frown, and sends a message, and she gives a small smile to Mairin.     "I probably should check in on a friend on my way home. He's going through a bit of a time with his Kid at the moment." she explains, and turns to face Mairin.     "When's the next time you can come by the shop? Maybe we can take a crack at a few small evocations or do some circle work. Get you jump started since you're fierce and fearless." she gives a smile, and then rubs the back of her neck.     "Not quite sure how healthy I am for visiting other people's spaces just yet."
Mairin Moran	"I.." Why does she feel disapointed? She shakes her head. "No, of course. I uh... I can swing by tomorrow? After work?" She grins, "I'd love to get started as soon as we can. I'm anxious to learn whatever you feel you can teach me. Though I don't know anything about being fierce..." She gives a nervous laugh and her cheeks flush with a bit of color that sets off the blue in her eyes.
Nettie Crowe	"... Mairin. You should know, before... anything else goes further. Your safety is my first priority as long as you are my student." Nettie begins, And she gives a nervous little swallow of her own, though she takes a deep breath. "Which means, there are times that I'm going to drag you on some very, very boring ventures, and other times where there will be danger. And by then, hopefully, you will understand enough to know why I hesitated to tell you more. But it is my promise, I shall always look out for my students first." she gives a little smile, "Though I think the other can watch out a little more for herself, yeah."
Mairin Moran	She listens to this with a gradually intensifying gaze. "That makes complete sense. I wouldn't expect anything else. I've been a teacher before as well, I know how important it is to be sure your students are ready for what you are trying to teach them, and that sometimes they don't need to know everything right away." She chuckles, "But yes, I do think she probably can." If she took any other meaning to the phrase 'anything else' she doesn't show it.
Nettie Crowe	"Good." Nettie states.     "November, 1854". she answers, after a moment.
Mairin Moran	Mairin walks Nettie to the front doors of the university science building and outside. But she stops as she hears this. There's a pause, almost like a computer running through processes, and then she smiles. "Thank you."