Mag/Juliette | The Roast | university location | 7.30am Oh. Well then. So much for remaining inconspicuous. Was it too late to slide down under the table, Juliette wondered? She really was the worst delinquent ever. Though at least… many classes did not begin until nine; she often scheduled early morning spars and runs for this reason exactly. Perhaps if she said nothing, the knight would also say nothing? It seemed worth an attempt.
Then, too, the woman looked quite tired, with shadows under her eyes. Perhaps she, too, had not had a restful night. “Good morning, Sir Paget.” Titles were always easier with knights; some of the other guild members tried to insist on first names and she found herself so uncomfortable at the familiarity that she avoided naming them in conversation at all. “You are welcome to sit with me, of course. I found myself… in need of coffee this morning.” She had hoped it might clear the cobwebs from her head. “I hope you are well?” She did not look it, but then, neither did Juliette, and she intended to pretend at normalcy as much as she could.