So much at once didn't seem like something this lady couldn't handle, or maybe she just needed to info vomit to decompress. Usually, Bobbi didn't hear someone slipping their romantic situation in that early unless her flirting was squarely unwelcome, and she was pretty sure she hadn't been flirting. Pretty sure. That was going to get her fired. "Take a breath, Chatterbox, that might help," she suggested, detaching a hand from her coffee anchor to illustrate the smooth waters. If the student didn't make a big deal of the classes, the classes wouldn't be a big deal. They shouldn't have been, anyway, in first year. She could start hyperventilating around year four, if she got that far. It didn't sound as though she was planning on it.
"Are you taking anything that is your thing?" Billie asked, relaxing now with the assignments in her lap reasonably forgotten for now. "Because if you don't have something to look forward to every week, this semester is going to be brutal. At the very least you need a cute prof to crush on." Even if she meant to find out what her thing was, there should have been something in her schedule that wasn't new and uncomfortable. What was her boyfriend doing to her?