"Alright. My car is this way, then." She gestured toward the parking lot closest to the library and began to lead the way. She had to admit that she didn't have a whole lot of reason to want to eat at the cafeteria, either, except that it was close and generally cheap food. Sometimes she'd been known to stop and get a sandwich or a bagel, but she didn't particularly enjoy their dinner choices.
Izzy shrugged at the notion that the new professor's quarters had been dirty when she arrived. "The faculty member who previously occupied it was probably there for a long time. I'm not sure whose place you took over but we had three faculty members leave this year and they were all long time residents." She didn't mention that two of them had died of old age and one of them had been blown up in a student's science experiment. "Your map will help you figure out the campus a little easier, but most of the students around here and the rest of the faculty know their way around. If you get lost, someone can direct you, I'm sure."
They arrived at the demon's car and she went to the passenger side to manually unlock the door. Her car was so old that it didn't get automatic locks or automatic windows. It was a 1957 Ford Thunderbird. Two doors, a wheel cover on the back against the trunk and and accordion top. It was baby blue and was perhaps a bit of an odd fit for the art teacher, but she'd had the car since 1957 and it had run perfectly in all that time.
It was a warm summer day, so Isabelle unlatched the hood and pushed it down behind her, opening the top up to the sunshine and fresh air. She fastened the lap seat belt that had been required after a few laws of recent years and she turned the key in the ignition. The car roared to life and then settled into a rhythmic purr as she put it in drive and pulled out of the parking space.
Izzy nodded at the suggestions and tried to think of a good place to take the woman. "Italian it is, then." She didn't mention that what they knew as Italian food today was really nothing like what she'd experienced back in Italy when she lived there. She motored toward Elm Street and Piccola Italia Ristorante.