The burette’s too high up.
Nikki pushes her splash goggles back to her forehead to get a closer look, even though she doesn’t need to. One look at their experiment set-up could tell anyone that--well, except for her lab partner, who was currently scratching his head.
Move it down on the ring stand, she urges telepathically. It’s too high up.
Instead, she turns to her lab partner. Her chocolate brown eyes are framed by thick, fluffy lashes that are only about fifty-percent fake--she had to look extra cute today to make up for the clunky protective eyewear required for in lab.
“Soo weird,” she says, resting her chin into her palm. It’s the same kind of innocently-awed voice she’s heard girls at Avalanche use that a guy’s dick is sOoO BIG for tips. “Like, what do you think it is?”