While classes had actually gone very well for Jaina, when she got back to her cabin to work, she was reminded of some more reasons she hated the cabins, namely that anyone could have heard the raised voice coming from her alcove. It wasn't that Jag had done anything wrong. In fact, he'd done his job, just like he was supposed to. The problem was, it was now something she couldn't do and that made her mad.

Later this would strike her as being sort of pathetic, but not yet.

When she finally ended the transmission, groaning in frustration, she was happy to check her voicemail. At least till she listened to the one following it.

Once her trademark annoyed scowl had faded a bit, she returned one of the calls. And saved the other number so she could maybe block it.


[Couldn't resist. Open if you want.]