As promised, she approaches just under a week after that touching of bases. He's flagged down in the hall and herded into a common room housing the Hamlet portion of her relatively new and ongoing effort at cracking Shakespeare. After a few questions about context, in and out of the story's universe, she feels adequately prepared for film.

It's pleasant. Uneventful, surprisingly educational. Still a noticeable step down from comfortable, but there's less by way of awkward silence or stony faces. By the time credits roll, there's little left to discuss but current goings-on.

"How's the temp going, by the way? It looked like an exciting match-up."