As far as he was concerned, that sounded like a gift someone had just handed him for free. He dropped into his seat with the satisfaction of a man who'd watched his entire schedule clear itself without having to lift a finger to make it happen.
He hadn't even settled fully into the seat before his wrist comm chimed, and the projection that flickered to life above his forearm this time wasn't text. It was Ingrid, her image rendered in soft blue light, arms crossed and looking entirely too pleased with herself for someone who was supposedly just passing along a message.
"Hey. Leia says you'd better get yourself to her place, or she's telling Professor Audrey you refused to do the project."
Zaeryn wanted to argue, but Ingrid kept talking before he got the chance.
"And before you ask, yes, crossing Audrey is a bad idea." Ingrid's grin sharpened into something equal parts sympathetic and delighted. "Good luck, anomaly."
