Up until recently maintained as a museum, the childhood home of the Braddock family has been pressed into service as additional housing and classroom space for the Institute. Additionally, the increased demands have led to the main ballroom being converted into a cafeteria for both the Institute and those University students on a meal plan. Student reactions have been mixed, and reports of paranormal activity are as of yet unsubstantiated.
Theresa set her tray on a table in the corner, sliding into a chair with her back to a wall. She opened a paperback book and started reading, munching on her meal with her free hand.
Theresa catches the wave and her body posture reflects the desire to bolt for just a moment. She covers it up pretty quickly and nods to Brigid, but doesn't look her in the eye.
"What gave you that impression?" There was maybe a little bit of acid in her tone. Theresa's body language might give the impression of a wolf trespassing in another's territory.
"There's nothing to make up," Theresa said. "Shit happened, it cascaded into more shit and it all propagated from a mistake I made. I learned my lesson."
"And I don't know that you'd ever really know how. I'm not looking to change you, Brigid." Her wolf was trying really hard to be civil and seemed to be on the edge of panic.
"Still waiting on a ship date for my new laptop," Theresa said. "I'm kind of SOL there. Expedited shipping was just a bridge to far to ask my parents."
"I won't lie and say it didn't feel... better... when all those challenges were over. I just can't get the human shit and the wolf shit to match up to the point that I can still have friends."