“Why not,” Strange says after a moment, an exhale, and it sounds both like a response to the suspicion and her suggestion as a whole. Willing hands are willing hands.
“I know you have limited organisational access,” might as well be upfront about what they both know rather than pretending otherwise, “but I can’t see how ruler measurements could be privileged information.”
“It does. I’m sure he was pleased to discuss it.” And she’s newly with Research, so— there’s some genuine warmth in Strange’s own smile as he says, “Glad to be working with you on this, Sennara.”
The doctor’s easy to steer: just be intellectually curious and eager to work on esoteric magical problems, and you’re halfway there.
no subject
“I know you have limited organisational access,” might as well be upfront about what they both know rather than pretending otherwise, “but I can’t see how ruler measurements could be privileged information.”
no subject
A wide, split smile. She hops down.
"I speak a little to Viktor of this. Of measuring magic," The thaumoscope, the Rifts. She lifts a hand in little loop. "It draws together."
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The doctor’s easy to steer: just be intellectually curious and eager to work on esoteric magical problems, and you’re halfway there.