I'm sure I'll have time, but will you? I mean, you've got to be swamped. [ It's almost too knowing, and Bruce catches a smile as he remembers the research teams he'd led back in the day. There was always something going off that needed a look in, and then everything else could use a check to make sure it wasn't off-kilter, never mind managing a dozen grad students and a half dozen more doctoral ones along with maneuvering around the egos of actual peers. He'd had the best help in the world with that in Betty but it was still an obstacle course every day. One that he still loved even as he'd fallen into bed complaining about a sincere lack of common sense in the next generation of scientists. (...It's more funny now than ironic. Or at least he tries to tell himself so.) But that was nothing compared to the magnitude of what he's seen on the dig so far, and certainly nowhere as dependent on independent conditions. A lab was always a lab but between weather, various poisonous things slithering around, and logistics to provide for a whole camp? ] It's no small production out here.
[ There's zero doubt that she can, just an understanding of what that can entails.
Once he can see what he's doing, he finds the last piece — a small flashlight — and holds it between his teeth as he gets back inside the generator. ]
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[ There's zero doubt that she can, just an understanding of what that can entails.
Once he can see what he's doing, he finds the last piece — a small flashlight — and holds it between his teeth as he gets back inside the generator. ]