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She wanders in, being as she's meant to come and check on it for the longest time but never got around to it. When she sees Kevin, she grins at him and waves.

Labcoat.

Scientific kin.

He glances up and waves back, smiling a greeting.

"Natalie Lambert," she introduces as she walks in. "Just...checking the place out."

"Kevin Fawkes. Are you new here, then?"

She laughs and shakes her head.

"Lord, no. I've been around this place for over a year. I'm just...somewhat busy at home."

"Ah, you've been here a lot longer than me, then. Good to meet you."

She shrugs.

"Not that long. Then again, I've gotten used to vampires."

"I only got here a month or so ago."

"Dead or alive?"

A good question.

It's a perfectly valid one, yes.

"Dead."

"Dead as in deaddead, or dead as in some variation of dead which means you can walk around normally even if you aren't here?"

"Dead as in, as far as I know, I can't go back to my world. I went to Garion's, though."

Blink.

"Whoian?"

"Oh... a patron here. Just became a father, and his wife was my patient, so."

An eyebrow raise as she peers around to see what he's working on.

"Doesn't really look like gynecology to me, doc."

"No, this is a separate project. Gynaecology's not my specialisation, but she knows me."

Ce'Nedra needed people she trusted, after all.

She chuckles.

"I can understand. I'm an ME by trade, but I've done quite a bit of general practice lately."

"Yeah, I've been moving more into it since I got here."

She rolls her eyes and laughs.

"Yeah, this place calls for doctors. My friend, Nick--"

Her eyes darken.

"Let's just say he's good at getting into trouble. Not to mention my boyfriend."

"And you're the one who always patches them up?" he asks sympathetically.

She perks up.

"Well, that's one way to put it.

"How would you put it?"

"Well, patching up doesn't take into account the bullets I take out."

"...ah. That kind of trouble."

She nods.

"One's a cop and the other's a monster hunter."

"My brother's a government agent."

He understands.

Wince.

"Okay, that's like both in one."

"Something like that, yeah."

"So, uh, whatcha working on?"

She peers curiously over his shoulder.

"Personal project. Something I was working on before I died."

He's not hiding his work, exactly, but not actively showing her either.

She looks at him curiously.

"Anything interesting?"

"Oh, yes. It's just... difficult to explain."

Eyebrow raise.

"I spent six years of my life attempting to cure a vampire. Explain."

"A case of periodic madness, caused by a substance secreted into the brain and controlled by a counteragent. I'm working on a permanent cure."

"Only kind of cure worth looking for," she says absently as she walks over and looks at some of his data, "periodic madness you said?"

"Yes. It comes on every week or so, unless he's given the counteragent first."

"And it flushes it from his system?"

she's looking at charts now.

"Right. Until it builds up again."

She's peering at the charts.

"And what is the purpose of the substance?"

"...Invisibility."