Then she steps away, smooths down her hair, clips a student I.D. badge to her keychain, and heads for the labs.
"Hi," she says, smiling at the receptionist on the ground floor, in front of the elevators. "You wouldn't know where I could find Alex's PI, do you? Alex Cimini. He left some papers and a notebook in the kitchen this morning, and he'll be kicking himself about now."
X shifts her weight from one leg to the other, pulling down at the strap of the bag over her shoulder.
The receptionist smiles back, polite and a little tired. Kids. Honestly.
"He'll probably be in the downstairs lab, this time of day. Most of that group are. It's B255. Take the second bank of elevators."
"Thanks!"
X's smile brightens and turns into a grin. "Here's hoping I don't get lost. Navigation's not my best skill."
She'll turn around to wave at Thor, flashing five fingers held very separately.
(He can take care of himself -- and decide whether to follow or not. It's -- safer. Or maybe just easier. Right now.)
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She takes a breath.
Then she steps away, smooths down her hair, clips a student I.D. badge to her keychain, and heads for the labs.
"Hi," she says, smiling at the receptionist on the ground floor, in front of the elevators. "You wouldn't know where I could find Alex's PI, do you? Alex Cimini. He left some papers and a notebook in the kitchen this morning, and he'll be kicking himself about now."
X shifts her weight from one leg to the other, pulling down at the strap of the bag over her shoulder.
The receptionist smiles back, polite and a little tired. Kids. Honestly.
"He'll probably be in the downstairs lab, this time of day. Most of that group are. It's B255. Take the second bank of elevators."
"Thanks!"
X's smile brightens and turns into a grin. "Here's hoping I don't get lost. Navigation's not my best skill."
She'll turn around to wave at Thor, flashing five fingers held very separately.
(He can take care of himself -- and decide whether to follow or not. It's -- safer. Or maybe just easier. Right now.)