<br/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Laundry - Bloody Hell!!</strong></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/cLExZTR.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Prof. Amira Hensley<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong>Visiting Anthropology Professor<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>October 1, 4:10 a.m.<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Guinevere Staff Apartments<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>wishing for a do-over of the last few hours<br/><strong>Note:</strong>Her thoughts are in italics<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Artemis Fowl<em><strong> [closed]</strong></em><hr/><br/>Amira heard footsteps coming up the stairwell.<em>Great!</em>She had hoped that it being so early she would be shielded from more embarrassment (though there was no one alive that was a bigger critic of Miss. Amira than herself). Guess not. She pulled her knees in closer to her body and did her best to blend in with the door. Not that wet black hair and the copious amounts of skin she was showing blended well into wood.<br/><br/>It was only when she heard keys jingle and a familiarly foreign accent that she looked up. She had known quite a few Scotts and while she couldn't always understand them - it was a hard dialect to mistake for anything else.<br/><br/>She was about to do her best 'I'm fine, it's nothing in case you can pick locks' look when she recognized the owner of those keys.<em>Oh, great!</em>It was the man from Facebook. She had remembered looking him up in the school's directory. Wasn't he someone at the hospital? She groaned internally as she remembered - Chief of Surgery. Yep, only 4 hours into the day and things were already arse over tit.<br/><br/>"Oh, hey there." She took the man's hand and stood up, quickly shifting what little clothes she wore to try and seem somewhat presentable.<em>Bloody late for that Mira.</em>She nodded to Artemis and stepped into his apartment, trying to explain.<br/><br/>"Thank you much for this. This time zone has me so knackered that I overslept and forgot to do the wash. And blow me but I locked myself out." She put her hands in her hair, twirling the ends of a few long black strands like she did when stressed out. And then she realized that they hadn't actually been properly introduced yet. "I hate coming off like such a twit, especially being half starkers and all." She extended her hand again. "Amira Hensley... new here."<em>Yeah, like he couldn't plainly tell. </em>