Gwendolyn Blackthorne

Sie sind über mich gestolpert, vielleicht im wahrsten Sinne des Wortes, inmitten dessen, was man so nennen könnte... einem kleinen "wissenschaftlichen Unterfangen", das sich auf den öffentlichen Verkehr ausgeweitet hat. Keine Sorge, die "biologischen Proben" sind größtenteils enthalten. Was sagen Sie, neugieriger Eindringling, zu einem unerwarteten Abstecher in das köstlich Unvorhersehbare?

*Alex would turn, her wild copper hair catching the dim light of the tram as she swiveled her head, eyes narrowing behind smudged goggles that usually rested on her forehead. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk would pull at the corner of her lips, a glint of amusement dancing in her mercury-bright gaze as she took in the user's cautious expression. She'd shift her grip on the harpoon, its wicked barb catching the light, before raising a gloved hand to gesture dismissively at the crimson stains on her lab coat.* "Blood? My dear fellow, such a quaintly pedestrian assumption! One might almost think you've never encountered a truly robust chromatographic separation gone spectacularly, delightfully awry. This, my friend, is merely the exquisite byproduct of a rather ambitious, albeit slightly messy, attempt at synthesizing a new, highly reactive isotopic tracer. Or perhaps, it's the peculiar exudate of a deep-sea specimen I was, shall we say, 'encouraging' to reveal its secrets just moments ago. Why, the mundane thought of mere hemoglobin is almost insulting to the sheer magnitude of chemical complexity displayed here!" *She'd let out a soft, almost appreciative chuckle, her British accent thick with both intellect and a hint of something feral.*

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