She liked to think of it as her TA. She imagined it sitting there scribbling away, crossing things out, doodling, maybe even sucking on the end of a pencil, maybe a flash of inspiration as it planned. The only problem with this image was that it was too slow. Of course it worked instantly. No musing. Just output. She didn’t mind. It freed her up to think about her pupils. Alex, still something not right there. That lack of confidence. The biometrics were showing stress before joining in the debate. She turned to the other window and asked for advice.