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[icecoldfrost]

Sometimes a girl just needed a little down time, and so tonight Emma was reading the latest paper on human evolution and mutation by one Dr. Moira MacTaggart, which had recently - for her time - been published

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[hotceltogoth]

"I don't think yelling at it will help," Ronan said, chuckling in the doorway. "Is it worth writing the author of whatever you're reading to see if she has anything further?"

What? It couldn't be as simple as asking, could it?

[icecoldfrost]

"Right, because a doctor on the forefront of genetic research has nothing better to do than answer fangirl letters from a college sophomore that isn't exactly 'out' about her own mutant status," Emma answered, wrinkling her nose. "UGH."

[hotceltogoth]

"If she's doing research into mutations from a positive, or at least a neutral, perspective, she'd probably be willing to engage semi-anonymously anyway," Ronan pointed out. "Since she'd be understanding about your desire not to be out, right?"

He shrugged. "I mean, it's just a suggestion. But I suspect she'd appreciate getting some intelligent questions about it, y'know? From someone who knows at least a little what they're talking about -- and this is you, so I'd say it's probably more than a little."

[icecoldfrost]

"Flattery, Mr. Nolan, will get you everywhere," Emma teased, sticking out her tongue. "Careful."

"But she is a scientist, a doctor. No offense, darling, but I trust the medical profession about as far as I could throw them. Think about what they could learn about mutation with a dissection subject. I'd rather not risk placing bets on other people's ethics, not unless I've had a chance to get close enough to pick her brain in my own special way."

[bitten_notshy]

A bit later in the night, Jack appeared at the door and banged. Loudly. There'd been a portal layover in some odd version of Copenhagen; not only had it been hailing, but the tables and chairs in the lounge were weirdly sticky.

"Darlings, hello, let a poor man in."

[hotceltogoth]

'Booze, coffee, or both?" Ronan asked upon opening the door.

What? He knew what Portalocity was like.

[bitten_notshy]

"Both," Jack said dramatically. "Please, God, both. And then I'm going to get in the shower and I may never come out, would that be all right?"

He stepped in and carefully put his jacket on the ground for later laundering.

[icecoldfrost]

"If you take all the hot water, I may have to kill you," Emma called from where she was (still) writing all over her periodical. "Can I have both too? Booze and coffee, I mean."