Snippet #1302854

"Well," Tammy replied, suddenly feeling quite proud of herself for a rather incidental idea, "it so happens that the Department of Literature at NYU is in need of a new receptionist. The building is the same one Jackson and I work in. The job is somewhat demanding as far as organization goes, but if it's something you are willing to try, I could put a word in for you, and we could see what happens." There was something of an interview process involved, and such employees generally had degrees, but luckily the University was just a bit on the nepotistic side, and the recommendation of someone of her status would count for a great deal.

Jackson looked pensive for a second, but then he nodded. "I forgot Stacey was moving," he put in somewhat unnecessarily. It sounded like a good idea to him, but... since Isabella was from another time period, he wasn't sure how she'd handle computers or any of those sorts of things. All the more reason to take her to a few museums, get her caught up on what's happened since she... was before.

Tammy raised an eyebrow at him, but he stared back uncomprehendingly until she tapped her watch. Glancing at the clock on the wall (he was far too disorganized to remember to wear one) he blinked in surprise. It was that late already? Isabella must be barely awake, what with all she'd been through... today/ Maybe that wasn't the right word, but who knew? "Er... I guess I should be leaving," he admitted somewhat reluctantly. He was a bit worried for the young woman even still. He knew of course that she would be fine with Tammy, but... shaking his head he offered a silly smile. "Time passes too quickly in good company. Oh, right... Isabella, if you don't mind, I'll come by and take you somewhere interesting tomorrow. You're in New York, might as well see some of it. I mean, if that's okay with you and all." His grin morphed into one of sheepishness, and he scratched the back of his head, Causing Tammy to chuckle.

"A-anyway, I have to go. It was nice m- seeing you." He wasn't sure if Tammy knew they had only just met, but decided it probably wasn't best to make it too obvious. Unless he already had? He couldn't remember.

He was out the door shortly after, and his mentor sighed after him. "He manages to be always in a hurry and always late," she remarked wryly. "It's really quite amazing. But I imagine I have kept you awake far too long, my dear. Would you like me to show you the guest room? There's a washroom attached, so you won't have to worry about that."