Yesterday had been a good day for Cara by any standard, even her responsibility induced frustration had come with its share of amusement at her students expense.

Today was different, not exactly in a bad way, but her near relentless upbeat mood had been replaced with a bone-deep contentment and relaxation, that in some ways was an even rarer occurrence for Cara. Rarer still was her decision to forgo her leathers in favour of an oversized button-up and shorts from her minuscule stash of island acquired clothing for no reason other than she felt like it.

Sighing, she flopped down on the couch in a loose-limbed sprawl to watch the view from her living-room window.

You know, because she could.

Cara was back in her office. Cara was also wondering which genius had designed such ill-defensible offices considering how regularly the island was invaded.

Not that she was worried about that, of course not. It was just good sense to consider these things.

Which was why she was rearranging her furniture to best fortify her office.

[Door closed, post open, mord'sith (mood)stoned.]