Hera had been meeting with one of her new graduate students, newly arrived on campus, trying to sort out what they were interested in to try and find them a place in her lab as a research assistant. It had been a productive meeting, and she was on the purely natural high of a job well done. The student was going to be a good fit, actually bringing a skillset to the table that Hera had long wanted on her research team. The girl had been a nurse before deciding to go back to school, and she would be a great asset when it came time for clinical trials. Which hopefully would be in the next few months. Hera had half a mind to hire her outright in addition to the RA gig, just to see if that would ease some of the young woman’s concerns. LA wasn’t cheap to live in, especially on a a GA stipend and the woman, in her late twenties and with a child of her own to care for with an absent father, could surely use the help.
And so Hera left the building, stepping out into the bright, hot, summer day that in so many ways reminded her of summers in Greece, with the addition of smog, her thoughts once more on the perfidy of men. Not that it was unusual for her to be thinking about the similarities between humans and pigs anatomically. She’d like to say men are pigs, but that would be slander to Sus everywhere, given that pigs are intelligent and highly social animals, and generally more likable and cleaner than men.
Take the one currently wandering around slightly dazed across the quad from her building. Filthy, that one. Inside and out, from the looks of him.