The last test

[rani_ushas]

Who: Martha Jones, the Rani
What: The Rani has some 'splainin' to do. And a breakthrough.
Where: The lab.
When: Friday afternoon
Warnings: None, most likely

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[thegooddrjones]

Martha showed up right on time to take the Rani to the lab. It was odd that she had been asked to come, Martha thought, but she had decided that perhaps there might have been some sort of breakthrough on the death toll work. Of course, it would probably only be a matter of time before the Rani had fixed it, once she had been given access to a proper lab.

Having mixed feelings about the lab (she was annoyed at how many doctors it had been going to take away) she had gotten a little lost before she showed up at the warden area, but she grinned warmly at the Rani, when she approached her. "Hello. I'm ready when ever you are."

[rani_ushas]

The Rani nodded in greeting. "Very well." She followed Martha and let her admit them both to the laboratory.

Once there, she went to her exceptionally orderly workspace. "I have made some progress on the death toll research," she said. "Unfortunately, the most promising treatment I have been able to model would involve subtle manipulation on the genetic level. Highly risky and not recommended." She opened a drawer and took a small object out. "However, that was not the main subject that I wished to discuss today."

[thegooddrjones]

Martha looked around her inmate's workspace quickly, and was unsurprised at the orderly state that it was in. She knew that the Rani prided herself on order, and the conversation with Swing on logic had only empathized that fact.

And there was progress in the manner in which the Rani had mentioned the most promising treatment being too risky. She nodded quickly in response to that before she reached over and snagged an empty stool, wanting to have it in case the Rani sat down. When she opened the door, Martha frowned for a moment, wondering what was inside it. "What did you want to discuss, Rani?" Curiously looking to her inmate's hand.

[rani_ushas]

"This belongs to you."

She set a clear petri dish down on the table in front of Martha. Inside it were a half-dozen strands of dark hair. Martha's.

The Rani had collected them early in their inmate-warden association, subsequent to one of their conferences; as all humans did, Martha occasionally shed a hair or two onto a chair back or what have you, and the Rani had quietly pocketed them. With no clear plan in mind, but with the objective to do something.

And now, she had changed her mind.