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Startled by the weight of someone's arms on her shoulders, Mimsy jumped and almost slipped out of her chair. Oh, damn everything; she recognized that voice. She wiggled and jabbed backwards with her elbow, with a noise of protest.

"I have been quite capable of caring for myself for longer than you have existed," she grumbled, her thoughts drifting to the notes on a lab table she'd so carelessly assumed would be just fine until she got back. She really needed to learn how to write in code.

She would've slipped had it not been the tightening of the man's arms around her shoulders. Oh man, he really liked how she got all tensed up though, and that brisk tone. Even the slight elbow jab to his side to make him let her go. It was obvious that his presence bothered her, and well...He always loved to bother people, Mimsy not exempt.

"I've existed a long time baby." He cooed, letting her go to chuckle and helped him to the seat next to her. "We agreed on the first part of that deal didn't we? Friendship for starters, I'm still open to sex but since the idea mortifies you well..." he grinned and then laced his hands behind his neck, watching her. "Whatcha working on?"

Chama wisped in his brain.

Because she's cute.

Ryan had slipped in earlier and was perched on a chair near the back, trying to avoid most of the commotion when Sam pointed at them all. Officially recruited them on a mission. Which to be honest, didn't surprise him in the least. After all, there were few reasons they would all have been summoned like this as a group, other than for missions, of course.

But horsemen hot spots? He wasn't really looking forward to it. His last encounter with them had been... well, unpleasant to say the the least. But it was their job. It wasn't like he could avoid it forever, as much as he'd like to. Fortunately this time, he wasn't alone and he had Locke back.

Kat had been sitting off in the corner of the room, close to one of the windows with a coffee in hand when the two death hunters appeared. Taking a rather large sip of her coffee, she resisted the urge to raise her brow when they demanded their attendance for a mission. Horsemen hotspots, huh? So it was safe to assume, that whatever this mission was, it would have something dealing with that race.

Stretching out her legs, she leaned forward, waiting quietly for more information to be given on the said mission.

For once, Mimsy thought that she might have preferred falling. Svensyl made a noise of thrilled approval when Dakota held her more tightly, and a noise of intense sadness when he pulled away. Jaw clenched, she straightened her glasses and pressed her thumbs into the edges of the table in front of her.

"I am not your baby, and I am almost certain that you are younger than I am." She glanced sidelong at him to ensure that he was still sitting next to her at not moving to approach her again before she continued, refusing to dignify a portion of his words with a response. "My current side project is an attempt to compile a solution that might better highlight molecular bindings and structures in FEAR-based organisms so I can determine whether or not there is any compatibility between those structures and the bonds one might find in dark matter, at which point I could reference theories on both hot and cold dark..." Stopping herself, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"I am not accustomed to small talk. I am well aware that none of that made sense to you, and that you did not actually care, so what do you really want?"

A little trainee yawned as she entered, skirting the walls to miss most of the throng. Stormy was not very good at leaping in where commotion was going on, preferring to sneak instead. Or, well . . . glide along blissfully unaware. Dakota received a pat on the arm in passing as did Mimsy as their conversation completely went over her head; just a quick greeting so as not to interrupt their Very Important Conversation™. But to make friends, one had to touch people apparently? That's what she was learning.

Sliding up next to fellow Mist Nevada, she flopped into her seat, crossed her arms atop the table, and tilted her head against them. "Are hotspots really hot?" Stormy asked curiously, her eyes half-lidded still from the nap she had been taking. Ami wasn't kidding about the workload . . . Great work, really, but tiring too. "Should we do something specific to prep?"

Really? Mimsy sighed in frustration and did her best to consider that he did actually look like he was trying to understand what she was saying. It was a greater effort than most might put forth, and even if he was nowhere near the calibre of intelligence she wanted from a conversational partner, she was stuck here with disappointingly slim options.

"I can put forth the effort to explain concepts to you, but I request that you refrain from disingenuous statements. I do not need those sorts of comments to 'open up' or whatever end they usually achieve. You can assess everything from me at face value. That said: your understanding of dark matter is just slightly incorrect, but the important part is that I hope to find an...anchor. I need a control to compare with the information I gather here, and physics is what I know best."

As Stormy touched her in greeting, she reflexively jerked her arm towards her body, settling down again when she could be sure it wouldn't happen again.

"We may be working together, but there is no friendship to improve. I do not make friends. I suppose you could consider me your friend if that aids you in some way - just expect no reciprocation."