She's terribly self-conscious about anyone seeing anything she does that could possibly be construed as failure, and too wrapped up in her work to notice that at a university there are absolutely drained, exhausted students dozing off at the wrong time and it's not something horribly rare.

"I didn't know you worked here," Tallisibeth says lamely, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise in her cheeks and hoping her skin is dark enough to hide it. "Uh. No thanks, and can I get a lid?" Cute as the pastries are, she senses they'd get coated in cat hair in seconds.