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The Woman In The Glasses [Open]

Pressing her lips together, Doctor Temperance Brennan's forehead furrowed as she stared intently through a pair of rather ridiculous glasses at a shard of alien bone. While they might have been old lady's glasses, she had actually found them more useful than some of the microscopes she was use to handling, and she didn't need to be hunched over for quite so long a time.

Turning in her chair, she placed the bone in an advanced bone cutting machine, switched it on and waited while it sliced the bone into different sized pieces. She'd already examined several different types of alien bones - she had been lucky enough to find a storage unit full of hundred of different types of alien bones. Now she just had to familiarize herself with them all.

Turning the machine off, she pulled out the different containers the machine had separated the slices of bone to. Now she could get down to work.

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Naturally, that meant it was time for Cam to arrive. Not that he was looking for her. Per se. He didn't have to. She was probably always in some sort of lab...thing. He was just bored. And happened to come across her just then.

"...What are you wearing?"

"Glasses, obviously," Tempe informed him, barely looking up from her work. Her forehead creased as she concentrated for a moment on transfering a bone slice from it's container to a petri dish and then another one onto a slide.

Finally she glaced up at him, her blue eyes highly enlarged by the glasses she was wearing. "What are you doing here? You don't work here," she pointed out seriously.

Oh, that's not so obvious as you think, Doctor Brennan. Glasses certainly werent the first things that came to Cam's mind, looking at them. He gave a wry snort.

"Ship security. I work everywhere, Doctor Brennan."

She probably doesn't want to know what came into Cam's mind.

Her lips pressed together and she stared at him for moment before shaking her head. "Well now you can go away, I'm trying to get my work done," she informed him with a firm nod of her head.

Pushing her glasses ontop of her head, she turned away and picked up the slide with the sliver of bone and placed it under one of the lab's huge microscopes.

Edited 2010-02-05 12:41 (UTC)

That time? No, probably not. Lucky she's not Jean Grey, huh?

"And that work is what, exactly?" No, he's not acknowledging the go away. You shuld know better, Doctor Brennan. Honestly.

Cam quirked slim, wry smile as he wandered over and leaned on the table.

Probably a good thing.

"I'm attempting to familiarize myself with different alien bones, and their cellular and molecular structures so I can more easily identify them and any abnormalities I might encounter in the future," she explained before looking over at him.

"You don't have gloves on! Don't touch anything!" She chided, giving him a stern look.

More than you'd guess, Doctor Brennan. Especially around plant life.

"How's that workin' out for you so far?" He glanced down at his hand briefly, before shooting her a dubious look. Not that Sam would have scolded him any less. Not that Sam would have fazed him any more if she were overworking herself. "The table is not an alien bone, Doctor Brennan. Probably."

"Quite well actually. I've already examined more that twenty different types of alien bones." She smiled slightly, feeling quite accomplished - though she'd feel even better once she had gone through them all.

"True," she conceded. "But you might contaminate the samples I've prepared and then I'd have to start all over again."

"Doctor Brennan, you'd enjoy it if I did." He wasn't completely certain of it, but he suspected it strongly enough to guess it might. And if he gave her the opportunity to wriggle out of it, she would.

"Not that I'm going to." He waved a free hand. "Because you're on break. Twenty kinds of bones has got to be an acheivement worth celebrating."

Deciding to completely ignore his remark about her enjoying having to redo the samples, she turned and began to label each of them. His next remark though caused her to stop and face him again.

Her lips pressed together and she sat there and stared at him for a moment. "I hardly find that a reason to celebrate," she said, obviously being stubborn. Though she was actually a little curious about what sort of celebrating he planned on doing. "But, just out of curiosity, what exactly did you have in mind?"

She decided that because it was true, and he knew it. She knew it, too.

At her question, he offered a slim grin, and lifted a hand. "Well, for starters..." Said lifted had snatched the thick frames of her unflattering glasses, and plucked them away. "You'll ruin your eyes if you keep those on."

"Hey!" Tempe protested, her eyebrows furrowing as she stared at him and her glasses. "I was using those!" She pushed to her feet and took a step toward him. "I use those for work. I don't walk around wearing them!"

"Hmm... I know it was around here somewhere..." Rein flitted to the side.

"Or maybe over here..." stated Rein, rubbing her head. "Mou, I'm totally lost! I shouldn't have left my map behind!"

Floating towards the nearest door, she peeked in and found someone working there. Bones? Must be a CSI of some sort...

"Excuse me?" called out Rein as she floated into the room. "I'm kind of lost. Do you know how to get to Engineering from here desu?"

"No," Tempe replied as she places a sliver of bone of a slide and slid over to one of the huge microscopes.

"You should have a map on your omnicom though," she offered as she pushed the glasses up on top of her head as she slid the slide under the lense of the microscope.

"Ah heh, that's the thing really. I forgot my omnicom back in my room..." remarked Rein, rubbing her head embarrassed. "It's a little big for me to be carrying around all the time."

Tempe sighed and stared at the microscope for a moment, before reaching down and pulling her own omnicom out of the large pocket of her labcoat.

Swiveling around to face the lost person, she quickly pulled up the map and held it out to her. "You can look at the map on mine, though it would behove you not to leave your omincom behind again or risk the chance of getting lost again."

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"Ah, thank you very much!" Rein took the Omnicom and committed the path to memory before holding it out for her to take. "Again, thank you. I'm Reinforce, but you can call me Rein. Nice to meet you ma'am."

"You're welcome," Tempe said, taking the omnicom back and placed it on the table. She'd never been good at social nicities, but she managed a polite nod and smile. "Likewise. I'm Doctor Temperance Brennan." She paused for a moment before continuing. "You can call me Brennan if you like."

"Brennan-sensei," nodded Rein politely. "I'm just curious, are you a CSI or something similar?"

Tempe's eyebrow arched a little and she shook her head. "No, I'm a Forensic Anthropologist," she corrected. "*Nihongo o hanashimasu ka?"

*Do you speak Japanese?

Rein nodded and then smiled, hearing her native language. "Hai desu! I was born and raised in Japan actually. Before we moved to Midchilda at least. It's been a long time since I've heard the native language but I remember it well."

"I learned it while I was in school, myself. It was quite helpful the few times I went to Japan for work." Tempe said with a nod before glancing over at her microscope.

OK, she'd done the social politeness thing....

"I hope you can find your way to Engineering now." Yes, she can be a little abrupt.

Edited 2010-02-05 12:44 (UTC)

Rein's used to abruptness, with Signum as a friend. "Thank you very much Brennan-sensei. I'll be on my way! Bye!"

And with that, Rein floated away with a little smile. She had met someone new.

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