Dr. Grace Augustine enters the hanger much in the same fashion she does her lab: with a swagger and an appraising look, lab techs trailing behind her the way an entourage shuffles at the heels of a movie star. Or, perhaps it's more apt to describe them as cubs following a lioness out on the prowl.
Once she locates her Samson (yes, her Samson until such time as her work is complete), she pulls her lips together in a thin line and narrows her eyes at the pilot.
"Are you planning on flying? Or do you imagine we'll keep ourselves airborne by the sheer force of your toy's blowback?"
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Date: 2010-04-17 09:28 am (UTC)Once she locates her Samson (yes, her Samson until such time as her work is complete), she pulls her lips together in a thin line and narrows her eyes at the pilot.
"Are you planning on flying? Or do you imagine we'll keep ourselves airborne by the sheer force of your toy's blowback?"