[Sieglinde's eyes don't move from the microscope, small hands and thin fingers carefully placing slide after slide under the lens and examining them, occasionally moving to let those same fingers slide over to her tablet, to tap notes into the screen now that they're far past the point of trying to blend in and not use technology outside this world's timeline.
She isn't seeing anything she wants to see there, though she keeps looking. Double checking.]
Thank you.
[The response is wooden, a bit too delayed to be timely, and her eyes still don't break from the lens more than a second, all it takes to position the plate in her peripheral, so that she can reach out and take a slice of ham and bring it back to her lap, already forgotten.]
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She isn't seeing anything she wants to see there, though she keeps looking. Double checking.]
Thank you.
[The response is wooden, a bit too delayed to be timely, and her eyes still don't break from the lens more than a second, all it takes to position the plate in her peripheral, so that she can reach out and take a slice of ham and bring it back to her lap, already forgotten.]