Hodgins is at his workstation running silt profiles. Tedious and uninteresting at the best of times, it doesn’t help that the medico-legal lab is basically dead today (if one will forgive the expression). The only thing resembling excitement is that the lab alarms have apparently gone on the fritz, sending up an alert even though there’s no one
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"Could be just run-of-the-mill vibrations loosening things up until you have some wiring that's lost the contacts it needs, and the next person who stomps by sets the whole thing off. I had to figure that out for a place right by a freeway, once- they kept buying new systems 'til I finally told them to just have someone work maintence on the innards once a week and tighten things up."
By now she's beaming and giving the guards a sheepish shrug. "Or it could just be something else. Um... hello?" Laini holds up her ID card.
"Multi-pass?"
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Hodgins peers over the railing to see who the visitor might be. As far as he knows they aren't expecting anyone to stop by the lab today.
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She looks harmless enough? A young woman of mixed Asian and Caucasian background with short black hair, and wearing a pale grey skirt and jacket with an electric blue silk blouse, carrying a laptop bag over one shoulder. And if the skirt is a bit on the short side- well, Laini is not working for the Jeffersonian, and does not have to worry about looking that professional.
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Hodgins's curiosity o'meter is officially pinging.
"You're here to see Zach?" he calls over the railing.
"I'm Dr. Hodgins," he adds, belatedly. "I work with Zach."
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