Raindrops drizzling down the window. A half-full wine glass clinging up to the tender fingers. Silence is sitting behind a long table, laying her tangerine gaze on the wine before her round glasses, hoping it would drown away her uncertainty.

Olivia speaks up. I'm just a normal researcher, not some—Sigh... How did it come to this? Stop living up to my codename, Doktah. Please say something.