"Maybe we can petition to have one be put in the school from the dean! I heard she liked her coffee too." The dean is a little strange but isn't everybody here? And isn't that the point of having the school built? To let them be strange in their own way without fear while they learn their world in a safe place?

Looking down, she's about to make a comment about the coffee when she notices a stack of papers dangerously teetering at the edge of the desk and she startles a bit as her old mothering instincts kick into gear. "Oh! Careful!"

She reaches out and, with some struggle, she pushes the stack back into the desk and away from the dangers of scattering on the floor. Her fingers phase through now and then, getting a 'bother!' from her, but it doesn't seem to be too difficult for her to do.