"You're welcome to stay," she said, shrugging casually. "But you don't need to help me. You've already done enough of that."
She shrugged. "Well, fortunately, I don't have a ton to do... Could you hold this for me?" She offered him a beaker from her desk that was smoking slightly.
"You said you wanted to help," she replied, putting on her own pair of glasses. "And I already lost one hand. I can't lose the other."
"I cannot believe you," he mumbled, holding it away from his face. "You'll feel sorry if anything happens, you know."
"Of course I would," she replied. "Which is why I'm hoping my calculations are correct. Hold still." She dropped two drops of a mysterious grey liquid into the vial, and the whole thing began to let off large amounts of steam. She paused, consulted her notebook, and then grinned. "Ha! Yes. That's good."
"If it works, it's going to become a tool to stop bleeding," she said thoughtfully. "So if you inject it on a cut, it should solidify and clot like an actual scab."
"I spent a lot of time in hospitals in the last couple years," she said. "I noticed that the blood was not only dangerous for the patient, but it also made it really difficult to work."
She hesitated before clearing her throat. "I'm interested in medicine," she replied. "So I spend a lot of time there studying."
