oh one more thing. have some girl talk
"Have you ever slept with a woman, Stratt?"
Eva Stratt lifts her head from her work, finally, to glare at Olesya, who is sprawled in one of the two chairs in Stratt's office that has not succumbed to the explosion of files that have taken over the rest of the space. Olesya snickers at the expression on her face.
"It is innocent question!" She exclaims. Stratt's eyebrows twist further in apparent doubt.
"Ms. Ilyukhina. I do not mind that you are sleeping with as many members of the staff as you can."
"But?" Olesya stands and wanders closer.
"But I am not interested."
"In me or in women? I can change your mind," she sing-songs, and reaches to her.
Stratt catches her wrist and gives her an unimpressed look.
"I said no, Ms. Ilyukhina."
Olesya pulls her hand back and flops back down in the chair. "Was worth a shot," she says, and laughs. Stratt turns her attention back to her laptop. Olesya watches her for a minute, then says: "You could use it, though."
Stratt makes a noncommital noise. Olesya takes it as a question.
"Sex," she clarifies. "You are stressed. You could use some... Relief."
Stratt's typing pauses. After a second, she glances up at Olesya and scowls.
"I do not have time," she says, cold and biting. "For sex. Humanity's fate--" she starts typing again, with more force than Olesya thinks is strictly necessary. "--balances on a pinhead."
"Which is exactly why you need it," Olesya reasons. "How are you going to focus on saving the world when you are... Like this."
"Pent up," Olesya says, and grins at Stratt's irritated huff.
"Who could I possibly find to have sex with, anyway?"
"No," Stratt says again, but she doesn't seem offended.
Olesya shrugs. "Suit yourself." A pause, as she looks Stratt up and down. Hmm. "You like men?"
Stratt frowns at her laptop screen, hesitates. After a moment: "Yes."
Another extended pause. "What about Dr. Grace?"
Olesya knows she has found a lead when Stratt stops typing again. She presses on. "He is a man. He is your number two. He is not hurtling off on a suicide mission." Pause. Considering. "He is good-looking."
Stratt's head snaps up and she glares at Olesya. Olesya laughs, delighted.
"You do, look at your face when I say he is good-looking, you are pining!"
Stratt's scowl becomes more pronounced.
"It is okay," Olesya says cheerfully. "He is good man. You could have him, don't you see how he follows you around?"
Stratt does not respond to that, but Olesya can see how her cheeks get just a little more color. Good. She was starting to look like a corpse.
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