"I saw a glassblower at a Renaissance Faire in Wisconsin," she muttered. It had been very beautiful. But only through her artist's lens. Scientifically speaking, the best she could call it was 'cute.' Still, it wasn't like she had a better idea.

As a rule, Kindred and fire didn't really mix.

She took one of the schematics she'd been working on out of her pocket, offering the page to Tony at arm's length. "If we could get something with specs like this, we might actually be able to start looking at proteins. Assuming Doctor Banner is able to get volunteers."

He'd been hesitant, when they last spoke, to just out-and-out ask if anyone had noticed that a whole part of their personality was just gone. Something about it being a deeply personal question or some shit.

"Hell, screw microscopes. I wonder if anyone here needs fucking glasses."