[JOKE'S ON YOU SUSAN SHE'S ALREADY THERE. Does she even have an apartment? Yes, of course she does, because where else is she going to put her lab stuff?
And a bed, I guess, but mostly the lab.
Rosalind waits patiently, posture ramrod straight, mouth pursed in a familiar stern way. Her gaze isn't particularly friendly, but nor is it unfriendly: simply cool, detached and ready to work.
There's a spark of interest, though, as she sees Susan. Oh. She's a woman. That's . . . interesting.]
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And a bed, I guess, but mostly the lab.
Rosalind waits patiently, posture ramrod straight, mouth pursed in a familiar stern way. Her gaze isn't particularly friendly, but nor is it unfriendly: simply cool, detached and ready to work.
There's a spark of interest, though, as she sees Susan. Oh. She's a woman. That's . . . interesting.]
Dr. Lutece.
[She offers a hand.]