[When she has it, she slides the sample back into place with the tips of her fingers, carefully and with little fuss. She certainly wasn't going to harm it, but knowing when and how to push is a talent.
She returns his look evenly, no smug smile, no teasing laugh. There's a tightness around her eyes, she's sure he might have trouble sussing out. Or maybe, she's simply not giving him enough credit, with the gaps in time.
Irene twists her wrist enough to curl her fingers around his in turn, tugging to leave him open. She pushes off the work table and reseats herself, neatly into his lap, a soft lean against his arm. There's no flirtation, no seduction in the move, and she turns back to the microscope]
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She returns his look evenly, no smug smile, no teasing laugh. There's a tightness around her eyes, she's sure he might have trouble sussing out. Or maybe, she's simply not giving him enough credit, with the gaps in time.
Irene twists her wrist enough to curl her fingers around his in turn, tugging to leave him open. She pushes off the work table and reseats herself, neatly into his lap, a soft lean against his arm. There's no flirtation, no seduction in the move, and she turns back to the microscope]
What have you learned?