HOLD UP. Those are /my/ lab goggles. See? It says M.C. on the side. Are you a goggle thief?
` — your goggles? ` up go her brows, confusion marked all over her face. she’d been focused, completely focused, and now: poof. bye - bye, train of thought. irritably, shanta peels the goggles off, and checks the side. it does indeed say m.c. on them, which begs the question: how in the fuck did they end up in THIS lab?
` jeez. here, i didn’t realise — this is my lab, i kinda just ... assumed they were mine, y’know? ` and with a bite more suspicion, she adds: ` how did YOUR goggles end up in MY lab? are you some kind of lab snoop? `








