Iman wasn't planning on breaking anything else, really - there's not much more to break that would have such symbolic satisfaction, and really, these people don't need any reason to believe they have a poltergeist. The fact that they're studying this very phenomenon makes them uniquely placed to put two and two together, after all.
But, as she watches the labcoats scramble around the mess, one of them laying blame all over the poor guy she picked on ("Goddammit, Hector!"), who's really just at a complete loss to how this could have happened - she turns her narrow-eyed gaze on the self-important one (his nametag reads Marcus). Marcus isn't helping Bill or Hector clean up the mess. He's just gesticulating and pulling rank. He reminds her of one of her most awful academic advisors.
"I won't," she says peaceably, to coax Rashad. Now's not the moment to fuck with Marcus. She needs to wait until the three of them are separated again. The glass and water cleaned up, Hector thoroughly and unjustly reamed out, the three drift sullenly back to their respective stations.
"I don't know that there's anything we can do about this," she says. "If these douchebags aren't working on anything, I don't know what we're gonna accomplish, sans know-how and wherewithal."
She trails after Marcus. He was the guy who noticed the door opening. What's he working on, anyway?
Oh, he's like some kind of supervisor. They can't be in the lab without him there to 'supervise'. He's playing computer solitaire.
"What a prick," she says under her breath. To Rashad, she says, "We should probably scoot, actually. I just want to try one more experiment."
She reaches out with steady hands and plucks Marcus' glasses neatly off his face. A risky measure, but man, curiosity and cats, etc.
"Woooo~," she says, waving the glasses around.
Marcus blinks, squints, then goes to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose, an automatic gesture. What? They're GONE? But how.
This is so much more entertaining than Bill with the pen. Watching the sheer confusion as someone realizes that they've somehow lost their glasses, weren't they on his face a minute ago? and he looks over at Bill and Hector, but no, too embarrassing, after the mess Hector made - they must be around here somewhere. Iman holds the glasses up, watching him with a small smile. She knows she's being childishly mean, but it's just for a minute.
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But, as she watches the labcoats scramble around the mess, one of them laying blame all over the poor guy she picked on ("Goddammit, Hector!"), who's really just at a complete loss to how this could have happened - she turns her narrow-eyed gaze on the self-important one (his nametag reads Marcus). Marcus isn't helping Bill or Hector clean up the mess. He's just gesticulating and pulling rank. He reminds her of one of her most awful academic advisors.
"I won't," she says peaceably, to coax Rashad. Now's not the moment to fuck with Marcus. She needs to wait until the three of them are separated again. The glass and water cleaned up, Hector thoroughly and unjustly reamed out, the three drift sullenly back to their respective stations.
"I don't know that there's anything we can do about this," she says. "If these douchebags aren't working on anything, I don't know what we're gonna accomplish, sans know-how and wherewithal."
She trails after Marcus. He was the guy who noticed the door opening. What's he working on, anyway?
Oh, he's like some kind of supervisor. They can't be in the lab without him there to 'supervise'. He's playing computer solitaire.
"What a prick," she says under her breath. To Rashad, she says, "We should probably scoot, actually. I just want to try one more experiment."
She reaches out with steady hands and plucks Marcus' glasses neatly off his face. A risky measure, but man, curiosity and cats, etc.
"Woooo~," she says, waving the glasses around.
Marcus blinks, squints, then goes to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose, an automatic gesture. What? They're GONE? But how.
This is so much more entertaining than Bill with the pen. Watching the sheer confusion as someone realizes that they've somehow lost their glasses, weren't they on his face a minute ago? and he looks over at Bill and Hector, but no, too embarrassing, after the mess Hector made - they must be around here somewhere. Iman holds the glasses up, watching him with a small smile. She knows she's being childishly mean, but it's just for a minute.