Abigail was a bit surprised by the convertible. She had expected a professor to drive something else. Of course, from the conversations on the network, and the offer of whiskey, River was clearly not the typical prof. She nodded and got into the car, snapping her seat belt into place.
"Yeah, let's go." She wanted to get far away from the dorm room where she had her bad dreams and away from the judgmental looks of students who had seen her panic during the night.