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Hank sits in a small are at the back of the Infirmary, tapping at some equipment. Slotting in a new disc, he waits impatiently for it to cue up and then begins to work. The new data begins to fit into the old data and he smiles as the figures start to line up.

Finally... it begins to fall together...

And he began to work again.

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::What does?:: asked the floating patient nearby. She's stiill a little in shock, but she's carefully setting clothing on her bedside table.

She probably didn't mean to eavesdrop.

He smiles gently at her.

"Pieces of the puzzles I am working on, specifically neurotransmitters involved in DNA replication and denying them accees to particular arms of the RNA complex."

::...fun:: she'd probe deeper to catch meaning in his statement, but she doesn't trust herself to do that at the moment.

::It will accomplish...what?::

"Well, in the long run it could revolutionize DNA selection and allow us to help jutasnts whose genetics cause death. But in the short run it is part of a piece of the puzzle that is Max... and it might just help me save her life."

At the mention of Max, her vague attention focuses almost painfully. The hint of lightness dissapates and there's nothing but the pain and blood again, tinted with worry. A great deal of it. ::What is wrong?::

He hesitates.

"I know you care for her, but... it really is her place to tell. I will say this much; she has some problems based on where she comes from. I would tell you more, Rachel, I trust you, but... it is her choice to do so or not. You understand, right?"

He doesnt want to hurt her. He just feels it isnt his right to give out more info.

She knows where Max comes from. Not as advanced, perhaps, as the Hound facility had been, oh yes, but she knows. It's a bond between them. And it's memory clear in her eyes and staining the air around them, dancing visions of Manticore and it's deeds.

No, she doesn't know it all, but she knows enough.

::Tell me::

And his mind slams closed. he rises from where he was sitting and faces her calmly.

"No. Not without her permission. I am sorry, Rachel."

She arched an eyebrow, not pushing, now, but trying very hard to swallow back the instant darkness that rises. She even backs away a foot or two, trying not to harm as a shirt dangles limply in the air. After a time, she shakes her head gently, the images of Manticore flickering and fading.

She won't push.

He sighs.,

"I am sorry and I do trust you, but this isnt my trust to share. I promised her this would be not something I would share out, and yes, i know you two are close... and I hope she will tell you."

he closes his eyes and sighs.

" I am doing my best."

She just nodded mutely, letting the shirt collapse onto the bed in a swirl of emerald silk. It probably isn't suprising when the flame colored cloak drifts about her shoulders, nor should it further suprise to see her leave with shadows in her eyes.

She has someone to talk to.

he smiles aadly and looks down. then he forces hismelf back to work.

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