Imagine the cryptobiology papers she could write on this place, if they could take samples home. Even information; at least they could quit the FBI, write memoirs, and be successful science fiction authors.

"I have some errands I should get to after we sort out your Spartan furnishings," she admits, trying to feel less sorry about the idea than she does. Their near-constant low level connection has been immensely energizing, or maybe that's just how it always feels.

"And tomorrow I work, though if you want to drop by around lunch we can take some mammalian readings and grab a bite after."