Grading papers Liara almost jumped for joy as her omni began to ring, midterms were only made more terrifying and horrible when she had started grading them rather than taking them. Being post-Doctorate had seemed like such a good opportunity to prove that she was dedicated, maybe make those connections that she had struggled to achieve in her Master's program. A research opportunity with several guarantees that she would get published and on a few dig sites as more than a simple assistant. She had mostly spent the time harried by undergraduates, the chair of archeology, her mentee who loathed her, and HR struggling to get the benefits she had been promised. Tea had long since stopped working for her, and in a bid of true desperation she had tried a stim. Three days later she managed to fall asleep again, but her hands still shook slightly. She activated the call even as she barely began to read who it was from. Benezia's concerned and curious face filled the air. No doubt she was unimpressed with the scattered take out boxes and who have balked if she could see the mess further into the apartment. Regardless, her mother gave a hesitant smile and asked her about her research. The conversation was awkward and halting as Liara tried to decipher her mother's motives and Benezia struggled to be happy or interested in what her daughter was doing. They both agreed that it was nice to talk as easily as they lied about calling one another soon.