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Moira hummed to herself as she watched the titration progress idly, each drop sounding like an omen of good things to come. While she waited, she idly scrolled through her holopad to look at the research that her fellow researcher has completed for the day, wrinkling her nose at the sight of the Dutchman's disorganized writing and style of jotting down his findings.
Despite his... chaotic methods of recording his data and calculations, she had to admit that the information was quite forthcoming and vital to her research progress... "The maximum amount of weight a bone can take before fracturing is..." she muttered to herself as she noted it down herself. "Torque applied at this specific angle, and the insertion of a metal disk into the... hmmm."
Moira crossed her arms lifting a hand to her mouth in a thinking pose as she contemplated the information. "This should be enough," she decided, and the final drop of the titration sounded almost like a death knell as she scooped it up to bring to her... *beloved* test subject.
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