Re: Open Mic Night
Rose was far too professional to be checking her watch every five minutes to see if it was eleven pm yet. She knew it was early yet. Coffee. Bleah. What she'd really like was a beer, but the kind of girl Elizabeth Howlett was didn't drink. No, Elizabeth Howlett was a fitness nut (crafted into her identity to explain her extraordinary good health) who would never do such a think.
Even the danged coffee was decaff. She was reasonably certain Summers was pissing her off on purpose.
There. One of the scientists on the x-gene project. Young, but brilliant, if she remembered his dossier right. Dangit. She was going to have to flirt.
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