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[attr="class","drea i"]a sip of coffee allows her time to mull over the answers he provides. caffeine slowly oiling the gears in her head enough for them to begin to churn. and then, she's flashing a soft smile, perhaps a first for her features.

"you better not," she murmurs. there's a mild fondness to her tone, one she mostly ignores. "i'll kill you myself if you come anywhere near my morgue again." and mostly, she means it. an idea rises, then, and she's plucking it from her mind to usher it out into the open.

"if you want to see if i can find any answers, though, i could work out a deal or something?"

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[attr="class","drea i"]"tests," she offers simply. and then, her nose scrunches at another thought. "what else did you think i meant?"

his lean is met with one of her own, coffee cup abandoned on the table. her eyes narrow in a challenge as silence follows.

a snicker escapes, then, and she's baring her teeth at him.

"not unless you annoy the fuck outta me, vollans."

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[attr="class","drea i"]somehow, the thought of experimenting on him brings mild amusement. a laugh escapes and she's leaving seriousness behind for a moment, peeling back layers to show mild flashes of personality.

"would you prefer i did?" it could be arranged if he were willing, really.

the rolling of an eye follows and she's heaving out a dramatic sigh.

"unfortunately," she retorts. and then, she's fixing him with an almost intense stare. "i'm starting to think you hate me or something."

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[attr="class","drea i"]oh, well that's interesting. she tilts her head to one side and flashes teeth.

"and what experiments did you have in mind, hm?" perhaps she can add them to her resume. she is, after all, vying for head medical examiner soon.

any amusement she had falls into irritation. her arms rise, cross over her chest, and she's left looking like a pouting toddler.

"how is that cute?" she huffs. "what, does that mean you one of those guys that bullied the girls he liked in elementary school?"

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[attr="class","drea i"]quantum immortality is a theory she doesn’t dabble in, if only because she deals with death daily. she sees the end, sees the rigor mortis set in and cling to muscles and bones. she cracks open rib cages and hauls out organs for causes needed and not once does it occur to her that it could all be different versions. she stiffens slightly at the thought.

”why do you believe that?” she pries for reasonings with her fingers, prodding as if he’ll give her as much details as an autopsy could. and maybe he will or maybe he won’t. she doesn’t linger much longer on the thought, either way.

a snort escapes, amusement etching into the muscles of her face.

”no, definitely not,” she muses after a moment. ”must just be you, vollans.”

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[attr="class","drea i"]she mulls over the reasoning, chewing on it until she can feel it between her teeth. eventually, she raises her head a little, staring at him with a single blue eye.

”a version of you does, if you use that theory,” she offers. there’s a pause, as if she’s weighing her words before ushering them out. ”but perhaps death leaves stains on every version.” it’s too out there for her to grasp fully but she tries, if only to give it some consideration.

the flash of teeth follows his chuckle, amusement slowly bleeding between the gaps.

”why just you, hm?” is there a reason or is he merely openly trying to irritate her?

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[attr="class","drea i"]"sure," it's flat, unconvinced. his smirk doesn't help his cause. and yet, she doesn't end up prying. instead, she'll take another sip of her coffee and return the cup to the table.

"getting supplies," she says it as if it's common sense. it isn't, but we'll give her a pass.

her head tilts gently to the left. curiosity morphs her features into something a little more pleasant. well, as pleasant as drea oddmund gets.

"what're you doing out here?"

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