Isabelle rolled her eyes and stood up. She flattened her palms against the surface of the table and leaned forward slightly. "Clearly Finn can't be counted on to tell you his name or what he teaches, but I am Isabelle Russo and I teach Fine Arts." She'd met Meda before but Nicola was new to her. "Welcome to Alden."
She sat back down and folded her arms, shooting a look across the table at Finn. He was such a joker. She looked back down the table at the other two women. "Honestly, don't listen to him." In fact, they had had a death last semester, but it had been old age. The other two teaching vacancies came from professors who chose to leave and pursue other avenues. "You'll both do well here."
It was unlike Isabelle to be so reassuring, but there was something about Finn that made her want to contradict him whenever possible. It could be how cocky he came off, but it was more likely that in the last hundred years they'd taught together at Alden, they'd formed a very tenuous relationship that consisted of him baiting her and her getting irritated.