Issue 1 Downtime

Mahua dragged her suitcase into the mansion's foyer area and looked around, pulling up her notes on her phone and peering at them through her glasses. She probably should have dressed warmer, but it wasn't that cold when she left home to start the trip here. At least, she thought, I had the good sense not to wear a sari as mother had suggested. She was wearing fairly typical western clothing and had her hair braided in one long braid that ran down to the small of her back. She was, of course, in entirely the wrong place, but didn't seem aware of that yet.

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Nash casually walked in the manor headed to where ever it was he was going. Apparently, he was somewhat distracted as he almost didn't notice the woman with the suitcase and he just walked on past her. He had already taken a few more steps when stopped and turned around to take a second look.

Mahua frowned at her phone and looked around again. "No... this definitely looks like the wrong place," she said, mostly to herself, but loud enough for anyone nearby to hear.

Nash walked back towards her.

"Where are you trying to get to?"

Mahua turned to look at the speaker. "Dower House. That's where I'm supposed to be staying."

"Okay, Dower House is .." It takes him a second "..that way." He points in its direction.

"So are you a new teacher?"

"I am. Professor Clarke," she said, extending her hand.

"Nash Riley." He extended his hand for the handshake.

"Institute or University?" She asked, putting her phone away.

"Institute."

"I don't have anything specifically assigned to me for teaching at the Institute," she said. "Mostly handling economics, political science, things like that."

"I guess I won't be seeing you in any classes I'm taking then."

"I wouldn't say that. I agreed to do some substitute teaching as necessary."

"I guess there is that then."