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___Uenoh'ai tapped her finger on her desk, spinning slightly in her chair to move to her file cabinets. She pulled on a handle and felt it resist. Jiggling it harder she kicked the cabinet under it and pounded the ones above it with her other fist. When she heard the loose cabinet fall back into its lock, the tumblers opened and she pulled the metal drawer out easily. She understood the concept behind the locks, but it did annoy her slightly. The laidback music filtered in through her speakers and she tapped the heel of her foot slowly. Her shoes rested across the room, where she'd kicked them off before. Kicking up her bare feet she rested them on her desk, moving her toes every now and then to the beat of the whimsical music. Her eyes skimmed the file and she tossed folders she figured she'd go through later on the desk extension.
___"When the whole world fits inside of your arms, do we really need to pay attention to the alarm ..." She murmured and closed the file, reaching for one of the discarded manila's she flipped it open. The zoom of cars far below her office drifted into her Laboratory with a soft breeze. She popped her lips and removed a Specimen photo from the paper clip and attached it to her refrigerator with a magnet for future reference. Half of the large refrigerator was for petri dishes and test tubes, the other half housed her many snacks and drinks, including but not limited to, Guava Juice and One-Ton Chips (not to be confused with Won-Ton).

___The Researcher figured she owed her laid-back attitude to her lack of appreciation for confrontation (though it did give her a rise sometimes), and most of her life spent in Kalihi. Unlike many people, she was able to analyze herself from a non-biased point of view and target several things that could have been complicated by previous events and encounters. However, there was the whole idea of once you distinguish a problem, you actually do something about it. She wrote it all off as being too trivial to deal with (and when run by a liscenced psychiatrist were indeed trivial). A quality not unlike "Sloth" but not enough to actually conclude to being apart of her natural personality aforementioned. She ran her fingers through her hair and tapped her fingernails on her keyboard, contemplating what to type.

___Procrastinating, she stuck her head in her fridge and reached for some tea. Hearing a crash she rammed her head into the back of the icebox and cussed loudly. Noticing that she had spilled some of her iced drink, she bit her lip and resisted the urge to rip the insides apart. Pulling her jammed torso out of the cold rectangle she flicked her hand to the side, spraying the wet of her spilled drink all over her plants. Running her hand under some water she dragged a napkin over with the pinky of the hand gripping the can and set the perspiring container upon it. Drying her hand off by waving it and wiping it on her coat, she scooted over to her shoes and slipped them on. Stretching her legs Uennie stood up, the heels of her slingbacks clicking on the ground. Her music player switched records and she nodded her head to the music.
___Low Rider followed her out the door and halfway down the hall as she searched for the source of the noise. She tapped her foot and moved her shoulders to the music as she thought slowly about where it could have come from. By process of elimination she decided to simply use the intercom at her desk. Almost grooving her way back to her Laboratory, she spun and hit the button on her phone and picked it up.
___"Whomever was the source of that crash, please report to Laboratory Three immediately." She said into the mouthpiece before setting it down, the broadcasted War cut short.

___The Researcher sat on her desk and spun her chair with her feet. She heard a gurgle and turned around, the small baby in the makeshift crib crying softly. She walked over and cooed softly, picking the child up in her arms and bouncing her gently. The baby cried louder, and louder. Kissing her forehead Uennie picked up the diaper bag and set the baby on the table gently. The baby relaxed slightly, knowing that whatever the problem was, with the presence of the diaper bag, it would be remedied soon. Grasping the woman's hair in her little hands she pulled, giggling as she caused Uenoh'ai to wince slightly. Tugging the hair from the infant's grip Uennie smiled and blew loud raspberries on Esprit's stomach. The baby wiggled, and extended a hand out for the faerie who danced just slightly out of the baby's reach.

___"Babies are such trouble." Ixchel clucked. Daintily picking up her cloth wings to sidestep the child's arms, she walked reluctantly to the baby's midsection. Taking a sniff as Uennie rummaged through the bag, she raised an eyebrow. "She's not wet." The vibrant thumbelina reported. Changing pockets the botanist pulled out the burp rag and some formulae.
___"Thank you, Ixchel." She smiled gently. Uennie gently poured the liquid into a saucepan which laid upon one of her many hotplates.
___"Should you be doing that? Isn't it dirty with those horrible science things you do?" The little woman inquired.
___"I keep it washed, besides, what possible experiment would I need a saucepan for?" Uenoh'ai watched it begin to heat and bubble ever slightly. The faerie grunted and watched the digital clock change its lines.
___"It's about three-sixteen. You need to go home. You and the baby practically live at this awful laboratory. Isn't it a waste of the room you renovated for her?" She watched the human test the formulae before siphoning it into a bottle. Ixchel held the cloth in her hand as she flew up to Uennie's shoulder and set it there gently for future use.
___"Thank you." The woman grinned and picked up the baby once more. Gently cradling it she offered the teat, and waited for Esprit to pick up on it. As the infant suckled gently Uennie sat down again, watching her little face scrunch up as she swallowed and emptied the bottle slowly. Ixchel sighed and lowered herself back onto the desk slowly, crossing her legs underneath herself as she sat, and watching quietly.

___Uenoh'ai lifted her head from cooing at the baby, to the young girl walking through her door. Nodding she walked out from behind the desk to offer a short bow from the midsection up. Raising an eyebrow she gestured that the girl sit down, and Uennie settled herself on the corner of the desk. Esprit burped slightly, milk bubbles popping on her nose. The Researcher sighed, slightly irritated at the smell of formula her clothes had begun to pick up. Offering the bottle to Esprit once more, she turned her head to look at her notepad.
___"Ah, yes. The source of the crash which possibly provided endless distraction for the residents still here." She looked at the girl and gave her a look halfway between playful and stern. Esprit continued to suckle but looked at the person on trial with wide magenta eyes.

___"Would you mind educating me on how exactly you caused that loud noise which graced my ears not moments ago?" She said, her eyes flickering to the small screens near her desk, letting the girl know that Uennie had her own private security camera line from the main office. Don't lie to me ... Uenoh'ai thought to herself with a wry smile. I'm going to check the video later on anyway.
___"Also, would you mind telling me who exactly you are-ah-ah-ah!" Uennie flinched as Esprit emptied the bottle and began grabbing at her hair again. She shifted the infant and freed her hair, before gently placing Esprit on her shoulder and patting her on the lower back.

___"Well-uh, you see-uh." Uenoh'ai narrowed her eyes and mocked the girl with a grin that could either be laughing or vengeful. "I appreciate the straight-up, if you have any left." She offered a manicured finger to Esprit and the baby gripped it with determination and began to gum on it. Her face softened and she made soft noises at the infant in her arms. Giving her a tender kiss upon the forehead, Uennie considered the girl's statement.
___"That I hired, you say?" She placed extra emphasis upon the I. "Well I need to admit that I do not remember hiring you, I suppose I just go through so many. None seem to hang around here long." Uenoh'ai raised both her eyebrows at the janitor in front of her, as if trying to dig around in her mind with just mere sight. "A name, if that's not too much trouble, and please elaborate on what happened in Greenhouse Number-" she squinted at the cameras searching for the one with debris remnants. "-Seven."

___As she waited for an answer, she snapped her fingers behind her, and motioned to a mound of pink. Ixchel snapped up and flew the baby garment to Uenoh'ai's open and waiting hand. "Thank you, Ixchel." Uennie muttered, while the faerie cussed about her humiliation as a go-fer before disappearing into the plants.

___The Researcher froze, and eyed Sodashi carefully. She finished the last button on Esprit's dress and shushed her gently, holding a finger to her mouth. Uennie stood, and walked to the small basinette, gently and carefully lowering her into the soft cushions. After delivering the small parcel of brown and pink, Uenoh'ai drew herself up and placed both hands behind her back firmly, bending the elbows to push the forearms into the small of her back. She walked back over to Sodashi and stood in front of her, projecting her figure menacingly. She was tempted to be snide and do a mock of that shrug, but fought the urge.
___"Nothing to do with you." Her jaw tightened with the attitude she felt had been slapped in her face. "Nothing." She said it again while pacing slightly. Turning quickly on her heel to face Sodashi her mouth disappeared into an unhappy expression. "If you had been in the Nursery, the damage you had caused could have cost a life." Uennie hissed the word. "Plants here are as alive as you and me, and in fact have a more important role in this world besides just existing. You do not take this casually, or did Edwin not make that clear?"

___Uenoh'ai pointed a shaking finger at the door, smothering any other outbursts. "Wait out there, NOW." She punched a button on the intercom furiously and almost bellowed into it, "Edwin, my office, NOW." She spat out the last word with the same intensity she had in the earlier sentence. Oh boy ... Ixchel shook her head and hid in the cradle.

___Uenoh'ai glared as she looked up at Edwin coming in through the door. He winced at the look and made sure not to get too close to the desk she was behind. This could not be good. He wiped his hands off on his pant as best he could, and offered a nervous smile. She returned it with venom.
___"Before I begin so delicately ripping into you, dear Edwin. Please tell me why the hell a Janitor was in one of the Greenhouses?" She tapped sat herself down professionally and folded her hands in her lap. Seeing that she was in a position in which she couldn't react as quickly as usual, he reached out and pulled a chair to himself, before sitting down in it. He avoided her gaze.

___"Well you see, Miss. Uennie, she's not a Janitor anymore." He forced out through a tight smile. Uenoh'ai gave him a deadly yet questioning look, and he cleared his throat. "She tested very highly, and she was one of those you decided to sign off as an Observer." He swallowed, "She's very new! It really wasn't her fault." Edwin added softly. The Researcher leaned back and considered this statement carefully, Ixchel watched from afar with amusement.
___"Well if I made her an Observer, she must be worth some amount of salt." She looked at the doorway out of the corner of her eyes. "After all, I'm never wrong, am I?" Edwin looked at her and gave her a crooked smile.
___"No ma'am, infallible, omnipotent - Big Kahuna." He teased her. She gave him a look, and tapped her fingers on the desk. "Miss, if you don't mind me saying so, being my superior and all ... You need to stop hanging around Jennine, you don't wear her well." Edwin said playfully. Uenoh'ai let out a low chuckle and nodded at him.
___"Well I suppose that's resolved then." She sighed, and Ixchel grunted at the anti-climactic end to her personal drama. Edwin rubbed the back of his neck and scooted back in the chair a bit.

___"Actually ..." He started, and then cut off, gauging the woman's reaction. She looked at him severely, and the rest of the sentence flowed out of him like air from a balloon. "... The pot she broke was hers, her ... Specimen's ..." He shrank back and tensed his legs to dodge a swing. Uenoh'ai's face drained, and she swung her head back to the screens and clicked a button to bring up a closer view of the Greenhouse.
___"Where is it? Where is it now?" Her face was panicked as she searched the image for a sign of the plant that was once inside the small pot. He shrugged and stood up, barely avoiding her knocking him over, as she rushed out into the hall and grabbed Sodashi by the shoulders.
___"Where is it?!"