Your both professors at Dublin Trinity, working in the same facility, none knows your married because you use your maiden name at work so none is confused which Professor Hozier-Byrne their looking for. You’re in your lecture hall, writing on the whiteboard, all your work books/stuff splayed across the desk, trying to make sense of your own work.

Andrew: “for someone who with your handwritten, I wouldn’t expect you to be able to read it.”