Barbara clutched her tote bag close to her chest as she trudged up the steps of the campus' central building, preferring to keep it close rather than risk it slipping off her shoulder. Nudging one of the double doors open with her hip, she made her way inside and down to the end of the hall, leaning into the open doorway that led to the outer office of the Dean.
"... Library courier," she called out quietly to the petite blonde behind the desk. "Sheryl's out sick today, so ... they sent me instead. I've got some books that the Dean special-ordered, and the afternoon edition of the Gotham Globe ..."