Julia's just putting in the motions today at work; class had been kind of a disaster, as she'd been distracted, until finally she pulled an assignment out of her arse that'd kept them working quietly at their desk. She rubs at her temples in her office as memories pop up here and there of someone named Jemma wearing her face and having a very different experience at university. The knock startles her, but she's almost grateful for the chance to focus on something and someone else.

"Come in," she calls, trying to sound cheerful. She straightens up and tugs on her shirt.