xp_logs | Cecilia and Nathan

Wednesday afternoon, pre-softball game and post cry for Pepto-Bismol, Cecilia heads down to medlab to meet Moira. Nate's on his way out. They meet, they chat, and amazingly, there's no angst or snark in sight.

An excuse to go back down to the medlab was undeniably welcome - even if it had required a short scavenger hunt first. But, Cecilia was victorious, and she strode her way down the hall towards the medlab's entrance, with a bright, shiny, new, pink bottle of Pepto-Bismol in hand. To the rescue!

Nathan, having assured himself that Moira had indeed eaten and wouldn't protest when he came back down to fetch her before dinner, was coming out of the medlab when he spotted an unfamiliar face headed in his direction, pink bottle in hand. He offered a tentative smile as he started back towards the elevator.

Cecilia lifted her hand to wiggle a pair of fingers in a wave, flashing a quick smile before pointing past him. "Hi. Er, which door is Doctor Mactaggart's office..? Special delivery." She lifted the bottle, with a wry grin.

Nathan paused, blinking at the Pepto-Bismal. Her stomach was still bothering her, he knew that... "Inside the main door, second on your left," he said, trying not to frown. He could grill Moira later as to how long this had been going on. The guzzling of Pepto-Bismol was beginning to worry him. "And you might want to try saying hello, rather than knocking. She's in the middle of something and she tends to jump off her chair when someone knocks."

"Sounds familiar," Cecilia grinned, inclining her head to the man. She'd noticed the way he was trying not to frown, but didn't seem to think it was worth mentioning. "Thank you." She paused for a moment, then rolled her eyes at herself, her grin turning self-depricating. "I'm Cecilia, incidentally."

Nathan started to offer his hand, then grimaced and switched hands as he realized he'd reached out with the broken one. "Nathan," he said. "Moira's loyal henchman and sometimes keeper. And yes, that means boyfriend."

Cecilia cast a brief glance towards the aborted hand before she chuckled, nodding and accepting the fully functional one for a shake. "Nice to meet you," she replied, warm enough. She knew who he was - Hank had decided that Nathan, amongst a few other people at the mansion, were worth going into to a certain degree to avoid giving Cecilia any ulcers when she eventually found out on her own.

Carefully keeping his shields up, Nathan shook her hand. "Likewise," he said quietly, managing a slightly more convincing smile. "How are you settling in?"

"Slowly and cautiously," Cecilia replied after a moment's thought, nodding to herself. That's accurate enough. "This place is.. very, very different from NYU. In good and bad ways. It evens out."

"Very different from where I was before this, too," Nathan said. "It takes a while. Some of the folk around here make it easier for you, and, well, some don't." He smiled again. "Moira's particularly looking forward to meeting you," he said. "I'm sure she would have done it before this, but we've been... keeping to ourselves for a little while."

Cecilia nodded, offering him a rather sympathetic smile. "I can certainly understand why," she replied gently. "I've been trying to. Failing horribly at it, but I've been trying." ...wait. She blinked twice, suddenly looking a bit bewildered. "Moira Mactaggart is looking forward to meeting me. That is so bass-ackwards, it isn't even funny."

Nathan chuckled softly, unable to help himself. "You and she are going to get along just fine," he said, more warmly. "Hell, she was wondering aloud about whether or not you'd let her put you to work. I gather there's never enough hands around the lab."

"Would I let her put me to work?" Cecilia replied dubiously, her eyebrows leaping up her forehead. "I was going to be begging the whole bunch to put me to work! This is going to work out very, very nicely, oh yes." She nodded once, practically beaming as she shot a look towards the lab.

"Do me a favor, though?" He indicated the Pepto-Bismol bottle. "If you're going to be in there with her for a while, watch and see how fast she drinks that? I'm starting to worry a little."

Cecilia blinked once, glancing between Nathan and the bottle, with a slowly-developing look of distaste. "Don't worry, I'll intervene is she has more than she's supposed to," she promised, hiding a shudder behind.. well, a shudder, so it didn't work very well. "Yuck."

Ah, good. Someone who was willing to keep an eye on Moira. Nathan brightened, immediately putting Cecelia on his list of 'good people', and his second-best endearing grin slipped out before he could stop it. "She works too hard. I guess that's pretty much a given, with the sort of work she does and how successful she's been at it."

"It's a failing most people in this line of work suffer from," Cecilia replied seriously, waving a hand to indicate the medlab. "Lord knows I do. I just don't have a social life to interfere with it, so really, it isn't inconveniencing for me to just work."

"Just don't go vanishing into the medlab permanently like the doctors three do," Nathan said very seriously. "There are other things to do here. Not necessarily as worthwhile, but still pretty interesting at times."

"Not all of it is interesting in the Chinese sense of the word, I hope," she chuckled, though there was a small edge of worry to it.

"Not even most of it. We do have alarmingly normal days around here a good portion of the time." He grinned again. "Of course, then people start taking bets on how long it's going to last. It's all about the gambling sometimes, I think."

"Bad habit," Cecilia replied with a chuckle, nodding and tucking her free hand into a pocket. "Not even the gambling so much as the tempting of fate. That never ends well."

Nathan raised a defensive hand. "Hey, I've stopped doing it. Or at least, made that a very belated New Year's resolution." It struck him that he was keeping her here in the middle of the hall chatting when she probably wanted to be in introducing herself to Moira. "I should..." He gestured a bit aimlessly in the direction of the elevator, remembering that he really didn't have anything to do today. "Library. Reading lists for fall courses... want me to tell Moira you're coming?" He would have done that already, but as he'd told Cecelia, Moira was deep into another experiment.

Cecilia blinked twice before she nodded, lightly swatting herself on the forehead. Duh. She had somewhere to be, didn't she? "Naw, I'm headed that way anyway," she replied wryly, grinning up at Nathan. "I'll do my best not to shock her out of her seat when I go in, I promise."

"I'd steal the Pepto-Bismol and tell you to tell her I did it, but then there would be the chasing and the cursing, and as entertaining as everyone else would find that, I don't really want to wind up in the lake today." Nathan managed not laugh at the way Cecelia was looking at him. "Running joke. Often with running. Um, anyway. Good to meet you, and I'll let you go beard the Scotswoman in her den."

Cecilia made a noise of understanding, quickly regaining her grin at the explanation. "I'll have to keep that in mind. Very good to meet you, too. I'll bodily haul her out of the lab in time for dinner, if you don't want to do it yourself." She beamed, turning to begin walking backwards towards the lab's entrance, so she could keep up the last bits of conversation.

"I'll consider that a standing offer," Nathan called out after her. "I do occasionally like to do the manly thing and throw her over my shoulder. We like making a spectacle of ourselves at times."