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Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Time's running out. Someone will end up in trouble here. But not me.

Tick-tock. The question is who will win this? I'm not taking sides. Except my own.

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There's an autopsy room. On the third floor. Behind some paneling.

[Meaning: she can also turn it into a medical suite.]

[Yes, but. Well. His mouth makes some interesting shapes before he replies.]

Why is there an autopsy room?

It was for Nigel.

[She seems absolutely unbothered by this.]

Nigel your coroner?

He took animals apart.

[She shrugs]

It can be adapted for medical uses.

[He folds his arms.]

You make some weird friends. I was hoping to get the majority of people here before they need treatment, but that's...

...probably useful.

And no one goes onto the fifth floor.

[She's serious about that one. That's where she lives.]

No one goes above the third.

[That's enough space as it is, and a one floor buffer. But it the words sound like thank you as he reaches across to squeeze her hand.]

Rosella will be thrilled.

I think you're accusing me of Disney Princess sentimentality. [His mouth curls, just a little.] Hope we have enough baking supplies.

Disney princesses don't have sex quite as much as you do.

Well not onscreen.

And I doubt they agree with you on the subject of their lover changing gender.

[Oh really. He leans back enough to look at her sidelong.]

...You let that one sit for a while.

So you think they're fine with the idea of lesbian sex followed by gay sex?

I don't think Walt Disney would agree with you.

It's unlikely Walt Disney's thought processes go much beyond 'wow, it's chilly in here.'.

Well, now, certainly.

[Buuut deflection only goes so far.]

And yours?

You want to know what I felt?

[He clears his throat and leans forward, elbows on his knees.]

You're right, sidetracked. I don't know whether to be selective at first or put out a call.

[He's been using a second network device for any communication not obviously neutral in tone. So far the coma patient he stole it from hasn't noticed.]

[She leans in to look at him]

Are you asking me if I'm bisexual, Robert?

[And a pause]

Whatever you like.

[No, he figured that one out some time ago.]

I'm not slow. [And he leans in to press a kiss to her forehead.]

We'll talk about it later. Selective, then a call. Any house rules beyond keeping the noise down?

[She leans up and kisses him on the mouth.]

No, I don't think so.

Anyone you want to invite?

No.