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(OOM: "What do you mean, you lost our papers?")

Cata's at her usual table, looking very pleased with herself (Sam wasn't far off with 'the cat that ate the small village,' really). But then, she's successfully tormented her firsties, Sam's in Bistort for a while, and... well, that business with the sausages didn't turn out so badly after all.
She's got her advanced class's work, this time, but she never minds an interruption from grading papers.

(OOC: Subject to work-related slowtime from about 3:30 EST to 9ish tonight, but open to tags at least through Friday.)

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She's not the only one looking pleased with herself. Although the company she has at her table now is humming as he sits down, rather than saying anything.

There aren't many people she'd let just have a seat at her table like that. But since he's one of the people she keeps an eye out for every time she's in, well, that changes things a bit.
"Hello to you too," she says. "Good day?"
'Better than the last couple weeks' goes without saying, she thinks.

"Oh, I sink so," says the Medic. "We haf some new hires und most of zem survived zeir first days almost completely intact. I've actually had time to conduct some experiments for vunce. Und yourself?"

"Impressive." And it is - she's wondered a few times how anyone survived their first day in that particular job without some related experience.
"My first-year students are very upset that I managed to lose their assignments, and Sam's in town for a while. I think the two together make for a good day."

"Unsettling ze new meat is no more zan any of zem deserve," says the Medic, waving one hand. "Keeps zem on zeir toes for ze rest of training, ja? It sounds as if Bistort is treating you well- it is still Bistort, isn't it?"

"My thoughts exactly." It doesn't matter that she didn't really look too hard for those papers, after the chaos died down.
"It is still Bistort. Wouldn't dream of going anywhere else."
(She doesn't think Sam would, either, if his girl could put up with city life for that long. But she's a Druid, so.)

"Sehr gut. Sometimes I almost vish my job allowed for staying in vun place-" He shrugs. "Und zen I remember how hard it is to find enough of a challenge wissout travel und chaos. Emergency hospitals are not so bad but zey haf a habit of asking pesky questions about records und licenses I neizer have nor particularly want to provide."

And by this point, there's probably not a hospital around that would take the work experience he does have, unless they were truly desperate.
"I can see where that would present a problem in your case. But, well - Bistort is home. I only left because I wasn't in my right mind at the time."

Well, no. There are a few. Someone's got to patch up KGB agents and Spetsnaz forces, after all. But otherwise... yeah.

"Entirely fair, of course," he says, sliding his glasses up his nose with one finger. "Und you can do your work zere to your satisfaction, which is an important sing."

"Indeed it is."
Perhaps people deciding not to re-form the Guild would have driven her elsewhere, but she never doubted they would regroup, once given the opportunity.

"How has business been ozzervise?" the Medic says after a moment's consideration. "Beyond teaching new students not long for ze curriculum or zis world, I mean."

"Quite good, at the moment." It ebbs and flows by its nature, even in the best of times, but at least it hasn't failed to pick back up at any point since they re-opened.
"And the students who came back for more have been... surprisingly enjoyable to teach. I think it helps that they do know what I expect them to come in knowing, and care about the subject as more than something that must be suffered through to get to other things."

He nods. Sometimes, if society is to keep moving along smoothly, people just have to die. Sometimes they need help. It's a thing.

"You haf, I sink, more patience zan I," he admits. "I haf very little patience for new students older zan maybe ten years of age, whezzer zey know what zey should or not. Few of zem have any sort of talent for learning on ze fly."

"I don't know that I'd call it patience so much as reluctance to let someone who doesn't know what they're talking about lay the groundwork," she says. "As soon as someone who's up to it comes along, I'll gladly hand over the beginners, at least."
Older students... she's not sure yet. By the time someone can explain the subject matter to her standards, she might be on the old side for taking assignments.

Medic nods. "Sensible enough," he says. "Neverzheless- better you zhan me, I sink."

"Well, someone has to make sure they know what they're doing."
She hardly considers herself a natural teacher - but she sees no reason why the Guild shouldn't restart with high standards.

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