manages not to read on Tony's face too blatantly, a wide-eyed snap of a look to their new friends and a tight smile a beat too late, but Cosima at least has their primary focus for the moment.
Don't stop working on that, she says, and Tony pivots around to find what that is. What his eyes land on is a small glass-doored refrigerating unit packed with, you know, items, with some warning labels, and he moves towards it. "Sorry," he says, as confidently opens the door, removing one of the trays inside. "Spilled coffee on the last ones. Hate when that happens."
Hey, people joke, and it's normal.
And onwards to a work station, setting the tray down and taking out delicately framed little samples of probable nastiness and setting them into what he hopes is an analyser and not, like, a random fax machine. He keeps his eyes down, tempting though it is to look directly towards Door 1.
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manages not to read on Tony's face too blatantly, a wide-eyed snap of a look to their new friends and a tight smile a beat too late, but Cosima at least has their primary focus for the moment.
Don't stop working on that, she says, and Tony pivots around to find what that is. What his eyes land on is a small glass-doored refrigerating unit packed with, you know, items, with some warning labels, and he moves towards it. "Sorry," he says, as confidently opens the door, removing one of the trays inside. "Spilled coffee on the last ones. Hate when that happens."
Hey, people joke, and it's normal.
And onwards to a work station, setting the tray down and taking out delicately framed little samples of probable nastiness and setting them into what he hopes is an analyser and not, like, a random fax machine. He keeps his eyes down, tempting though it is to look directly towards Door 1.