[Her heart wants to break away from her ribcage, but never underestimate Amelia Steinbeck's stubbornness. There's hardly a scratch to her current veneer as she brushes some of her hair behind one ear.]

The science types seem to be of a good sort here. I've no complaints about anyone or having to share the building yet.

[Good, this is good. Plain and perfunctory conversation is the name of the game and hopefully for the long run between them.]

I'm sure everyone is more than capable of making do. I know I am.

[The room is beginning to empty and Amelia digs into her pocket to check her texts. The plan was to have lunch off-campus with Berna so there's that excuse readily made for her to make her exit.]

Well, we should get going. Don't let me keep you here, Dr. Dekarios.