[That...that was a bit more than Molly was expecting. A 'yes' or 'no,' maybe, or complaints about how everything was slow or out-dated, or just plain not good enough for him. She really didn't think he'd start dropping names.

Or talk about sharing lab space.]

Oh. Well. That...that's good.

[She's fidgeting again.] So you'll probably have plenty to do, soon enough. Tests to run, or you know. Something like that.