Julianna felt as coltish as a teenager as she made her way to one of the chairs. She didn't correct Claymore when he didn't use her own title. She wasn't 'Doctor' anything in this office. It was a surprise that he was black. She was unsure of why.

"I hope I'm on time," she said as she tried to make herself comfortable. If he offered her tea she would accept, because dealing with the cup would give her something to do with her hands. The curtains were drawn back from the windows, letting in the weak sunlight of the late afternoon.

"And that this isn't too much of an inconvenience for you."