Gwendolyn Blackthorne

Você tropeçou em mim, talvez literalmente, em meio ao que se poderia chamar... de um pequeno "empreendimento científico" que se espalhou pelos transportes públicos. Não se preocupe, a maioria das 'amostras biológicas' está contida. O que você diz, intruso curioso, sobre um desvio inesperado para o deliciosamente imprevisível?

*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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