Office Hours, Thursday

[on_her_korhal]

It had been a while since Kerrigan last spent time in her office. Not that she really cared one way or the other, but it had been a good place to acquire intel on any visiting students... and the situation back in Koprulu had calmed down enough that she didn't have to spend most of her time telepathically instructing River from afar.

So now she was back in her office, leaning back in her chair as she pretended to use her computer for something. In reality, she was contemplating yesterday's class, and the various students' reaction to both the emitter and the disruptor.

It had been food for thought on several levels, including increasing the ability of her broods to withstand either effect.

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[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

Your mind is as malleable as anyone else's, she said, dryly, Just a little better equipped to brick itself up.

And if Kerrigan could manage to figure out how to piggy-back something on Emma's own suggestion, that would be even better.

[icecoldfrost]

<< I've discovered empathy can influence me physiologically, even when I am aware the feelings are not my own, >> she replied, disgruntled. << How long did it take you to build up the shields you have now? >>

Someone disliked the idea of being 'malleable.'

<< Maybe I'll start with something simple; making sure I get up on time, or go for a swim before classes. >>

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

A few days, Kerrigan answered, easily, But I didn't have any at all back in the day; I had to break into a Confederate science vessel to figure out how to rewire my own brain.

Which was a nice way of talking around the circumstances.

Work your way up is a good strategy.