She surveys the chaos of PADDs and projections before nimbly picking her way through them. Carefully moves a stack of books onto the floor before throwing herself down on the sofa with a soft oof.
“And here I was thinking you let a tornado in. My only complaint about that would be that I wasn’t the one who swept you off your feet.” She grins.
the disarray is.... out of character, to say the least, but something about this particular course load has been more difficult than those that have preceded it. hair’s pulled back in a braid that’s falling apart, and she’s sat, legs crossed, on the floor, padds ( and a few physical books, which is entirely in character ) spread in what might seem a chaotic explosion around her --- eyes flicker up only briefly as philippa enters.
“you’re cute, but i’ve got exams in vulcan physiology and andorian neurology tomorrow, an oral presentation on the prolonged effects of life on a starship on friday, then andrea’s ship is due in dry dock for upgrades starting tomorrow, so of course i’ve got to set aside time to spend with her,” there’s no one in the world she’s got such an intense bond with, so despite the stress she’s under, katrina hadn’t paused even once to think about whether or not she should cut out time in her schedule, “and i’m sure john will want in on family time, seeing as it’s increasingly rare, so that takes even more time away from studying,” it really is quite the task, getting the three of them in the same room these days. hell, katrina’s not sure she can genuinely place the last time the stars had aligned to allow her to see both her siblings at once. that’s.... something she allows to sadden her only briefly, due to how little time and brain power she’s able to dedicate to extraneous emotions.
finally taking a breath, she straightens up, giving her roommate an exasperated look as she does so, “i’m sure even you wouldn’t be quite so calm if you were in my shoes,” shoulders rise and fall in a shrug, “say what you will, but i do have a method.” kat’s a little frazzled though, which is something she only manages to realize with the way philippa has managed to pull her out of the intense caffeine fueled blur of a study session that’s lasted --- god, she can’t even say how long it’s been that she’s been sitting here. of course, the ache in her muscles and the stiffness of her joints are both indicative of the fact that it’s been.... maybe a little too long. so she keeps her gaze lifted, a small smile on her lips, a light in her eyes at the spark of a thought. “you know, i could be convinced to take a break, though. for pancakes, maybe?”
