Sam shook her head. She wasn't exactly the most sociable of creatures right now, but she made a point to remember the name. "I'm a geneticist," she offered, by way of explanation. "At least...I was going to be." A pause. "Well. I was. Before this place...happened."

Actually, dropping out of college had really launched her genetic science career.

It was just that she wouldn't be able to publish her findings. Ever. Anywhere.

Ah, the complicated and fucked up life of a Kindred.

She shrugged. "I don't know. It's a nice thought. That someone figured out a way to cure it somehow. And any future that has the metric system in place must have its shit together, at least a little."