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Zuri maintained her trajectory towards the intersection, her head angled down to the phone in front of her as it bopped to the beat of the music that pulsed through her headset. She’d been watching her emails for days in the hopes of a shred of news regarding her application for new equipment for her course - admittedly it was a big ask, especially considering it was for private use, but she figured the least she could do was ask. But it wasn’t like it’d hurt to let one of the other students borrow it for a few hours, as long as they brought back safely, was it?
Zuri couldn’t suppress the smile on her lips as she answered her own question in her head. No, of course it wouldn’t. The uni’s top priority was its students, and its students were the ones who needed these tools so desperately. After the Nephilim’s attack, a lot of the previous equipment had been destroyed - not to anyone’s fault but the attackers - and they’d been struggling to replace it. Money wasn’t the issue, as Zuri had found out when she’d offered to pay for more out of her own pocket, but it was more sourcing exactly what they needed for each, and so she found herself to be one of the few piping up regarding the Biology equipment. Disappointing? Yes. But she was at least grateful that the uni still existed after the attack.
Out of the corner of Zuri’s eye flashed the movement of another woman, and her head twisted sharply just in time to watch a cardboard box tumble and smash against the concrete. A wince hit her lips involuntarily as she watched the glass shards explode out of the bottom, and she didn’t even notice her feet alter her course to guide her across the road. Soon she ran up beside the woman, slipping the headphones down around her neck, and knelt down, her fingers delicately gathering the pieces together in an attempt to avoid any injuries to passersby. “How about, next time, you wait to get a bit of help?” she suggested, glancing up to the woman with a little smile as her hands continued piling the glass together.
“Because that would have involved waiting and I’m not exactly the most patient person on the block?” Rowan offered back with a bit of a grin, feeling somewhat foolish. But then again, that seemed to be a constant state of being for her. A doctorate under her belt and still an idiot at times. Turning towards the voice, her eyes widened slightly in recognition. It hadn’t been too long ago that the same voice had piped up in classes she was assisting with, whose tests she’d helped to grade for the professor. “Sedaway, Zuri, right?” came the confirming question, crouching down to help with the pieces of glass that had escaped the confines of the cardboard box.