"Then call me Kaeya, Newt," comes her response, before she falls silent to listen to his explanation of his expertise. She remains silent, though when he speaks of infectious disease and cancerous toxins, she glances towards the microscopes set in a neat row in the lab; though out of her four eyes, only the two top ones move.
"Did you bring them in holoform? I'd like to forward them on, so we have them in our register, but I would be delighted to hear you speak of it all... over lunch, maybe, yes." She smiles. "You'll be happy to know there is indeed somewhere to eat, here."
Turning towards the microscopes, she waves for him to follow.
"Before that, though, I'd like for you to look at something."
She leads him to the very last microscope — there are samples in all the rest of them, but for the final one, she takes one out of her lab coat pocket — kept there in a protective and sterile carrier case. When it's slid in place, she gestures to it.
"Please, give it a look and tell me what you see."
What is under the microscope is something baffling — a collection of particles, but they seem to be neither fermions nor bosons, but instead some unknown type that Earth science has never even encountered. The particles themselves are in constant motion, in a scattered state, as if searching for something that is missing — something to latch onto, to stabilise itself.
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"Did you bring them in holoform? I'd like to forward them on, so we have them in our register, but I would be delighted to hear you speak of it all... over lunch, maybe, yes." She smiles. "You'll be happy to know there is indeed somewhere to eat, here."
Turning towards the microscopes, she waves for him to follow.
"Before that, though, I'd like for you to look at something."
She leads him to the very last microscope — there are samples in all the rest of them, but for the final one, she takes one out of her lab coat pocket — kept there in a protective and sterile carrier case. When it's slid in place, she gestures to it.
"Please, give it a look and tell me what you see."
What is under the microscope is something baffling — a collection of particles, but they seem to be neither fermions nor bosons, but instead some unknown type that Earth science has never even encountered. The particles themselves are in constant motion, in a scattered state, as if searching for something that is missing — something to latch onto, to stabilise itself.