If Livvie had known that Harry was in the library she might have stopped by to bother him but she was, in fact, in one of the computer sciences buildings, talking to a friend of a friend about some of her photographs.

The ones of the growing Paradox, actually.

She felt it before she saw it and the building was immediately put on lockdown (several million dollars of equipment and zombies don't mix) but fortunately there were about...a dozen people in the building, all told, and 3 of them were mages.

Make that two.

Three floors, 80 yards and .2 seconds later Livvie's in the courtyard, not far from science building, looking for signs of life and their approximation to signs of unlife.

To anyone coming past she probably just looks like some strange sort of junkie holding her cellphone open and staring at nothing. When a nearby shambler decides she looks delicious there's a high pitched whine from everywhere and nowhere before it's blasted about 15 feet away from her.

Then it gets back up. Then Livvie starts cursing a blue streak.

Livvie's had an interesting week. If by interesting you mean one that has resulted in nothing short of a shouting match with another Adept about what is and is not considered safe conduct when talking to Changelings over the internet. Or what Livvie has assumed is a Changeling, anyway.

She's not any closer to fixing the Paradox and the damned thing is growing. She should, she realizes, call Nadine, track down Sara, deal with this problem but tonight? Tonight it's not raining and Livvie's tired of talking shop. She wants to just...talk.

Harry's busy. What he's busy doing is long, complicated, and not exactly clear to her but she recognizes the need to lock oneself into a room and finish something when she sees (hears?) it, so Livvie keeps the phone call short.

Ring, ring. Are you busy tonight, Morgan?