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Compartmentalizing...
The prolific scientist's brain was all but overtaxed in recent days. There was a flurry of strange and unbelievable occurrences that she observed. It was like one big strange fever dream caused by perhaps tainted goodberries. With her focus on the logical and the measurable, she pushed the madness to the back of her consciousness. Whatever holy crisis still needed tending to could be addressed by Westra or Euron, who knew more of the matter.
After the unusual rendezvous within Castle Never, the half-elven doctor followed the others outside. Part of her began to wonder why big city politics was always so ridiculously inefficient. Lantanese politics were at least based on science, algorithms and merit... measurable metrics.
The familiar voice of Wolfe pulled the bosomy dork out of her own thoughts. She adjusted her glasses while still squinting some in the sunlight. For the slightest hint of a moment, she saw him striking down the one calling itself Cyric in gruesome, violent manner. The flash was, however, so brief that she just blinked some and rubbed her eye before responding.
"Certainly, Mister Wolfe. I am actually rather versed in nautical and maritime matters. I am sure the Queen's Fury is sea-worthy, though. I've had more than a few walks along the wharf and it's always been the most impressive vessel there."
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Would you prefer Miss Wolfe?
At first she doesn’t fathom what was funny enough to warrant a laugh given their current predicament, but the explanation made her smirk just a little. Perhaps it neared a smile…. perhaps.
“That is just how we Lantanese speak; honorifics and due respect and all that, even to foes or family. It probably sounds more normal in gnomish...” The shorter woman shrugged slightly, as such things were instilled in her at a young age. It was a point of fact that she never introduced herself as just Catriona Wicker, but always put Doctor in the front of that. Still, that was a vestige from a land and society that was gone.
Her little nose twitched as a stray dog ran by; the chaos of the city likely causing more than its share of unattended pets and livestock. A slight sniff on her part spoke to those allergies she still had, but in short order the canine went on its way. She was otherwise quietly attentive as he spoke during their walk.
“It was a protracted period of time and.. Uh.. idle hands and all that,” she offered in response. Her cheeks flushed slightly as was tended to happen when someone offered her complimentary words. “Thank you.. and well nothing comes from nowhere, Mister Wolfe.” As she called him that, he could see she briefly became doubtful of herself on if she would be able to stop doing that and if it even bothered him.
Catriona looked at his armor again and as she was want to do, tried to offer some kind of solution. “There are less dense metals and materials that I could look into for you. Elves particularly make their suits of mail with lighter alloys.”
Her straight hair spilled over a shoulder as she slowly canted her head. How she got those pearl-blonde tresses to be so neat and trim was anyone’s guess. “Orlil wasn’t home for me. I don’t really know what we will find there as it was a strange island south of the main. Our few spellcasters usually went there to do whatever it is they do. And the navy and other contractors would do testing there as well for odd weapons and other secret matters. Sometimes you could see unusual lights at night all the way from our city.” she explained.
“I do have… um.. some apprehension of seeing whatever phenomenon remains in the place of where the main island was. All those volatile experiments at the bottom of the ocean or wherever they went. I can’t imagine what we might see there.”
Beat.
“But after the last week, I don’t know if we are even allowed to be shocked by anything anymore.” She had a little sense of humor down there, somewhere.