She let out a soft snort. In a way--a very sick, twisted way--she was from a family of brewers. Her biological parents liked to cook up all different kinds of monsters, twisting and extracting DNA and body parts, leaving a lot of people dead in the wake of it all.

Not something she cared to own up to, of course. But the irony was lovely.

"No," she said, hopping up onto one of the counters, crossing her ankles. "I'm a scientist." A pause. "Was a scientist, anyway. Biologist. Specialty in genetics and heredity. But chemistry isn't that hard. I just figured it out." She shrugged. "There's no shortage of time on your hands, around here."