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Sarre
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Amber listened, and then suddenly she found herself focusing on keeping her face still - plastering on the same expression she'd been wearing since he'd arrived. "Oh, you were theorising on Dr. Ku's project," she said, soaking in a wave of bitter understanding. He'd latched on. Damn it. And he was too close. She catalogued his words carefully before forumlating her reply.
"These are all very interesting," she said, "And have you talked to Dr. Ku about them? The journals they write don't really talk about his hypothesis' - and there's no way either of us would be able to get permission to speak to him. I mean our ranks are alright - it would be possible, but then you look at our fields and there's no way it won't be at least a little suspicious." Then she lifted her eyebrow - another manufactured movement. "And what's this about a dog...?"
"These are all very interesting," she said, "And have you talked to Dr. Ku about them? The journals they write don't really talk about his hypothesis' - and there's no way either of us would be able to get permission to speak to him. I mean our ranks are alright - it would be possible, but then you look at our fields and there's no way it won't be at least a little suspicious." Then she lifted her eyebrow - another manufactured movement. "And what's this about a dog...?"