...Not getting dirty as a superpower. Gordin lets out a groan of envy, all the more self-conscious about each run and puff of dust that stands out against the pale green of his leggings. How many lectures could he save by not scuffing his uniform? "If you ever figure out how to transfer that to other people, I would pay to hear your secrets-- Oh, hold up."
Riiiight, room number. It'd pay to remember this a little more keenly in the future, surely; stopping dead, he fumbles for the introductory letter and scans it for anything akin to a number-- There! "Building 2, 4-05. Does that make sense to you?"
Just to be sure, he trots over even closer and waves the letter for Annie to see for herself (just in case that's something else entirely. Hey, you never know with these modern things).
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"If you ever figure out how to transfer that to other people, I would pay to hear your secrets-- Oh, hold up."
Riiiight, room number. It'd pay to remember this a little more keenly in the future, surely; stopping dead, he fumbles for the introductory letter and scans it for anything akin to a number--
There! "Building 2, 4-05. Does that make sense to you?"
Just to be sure, he trots over even closer and waves the letter for Annie to see for herself (just in case that's something else entirely. Hey, you never know with these modern things).