[The good news: Rosalind truly doesn't intend to go past what they agreed. If all she can get is an informative Q&A, she'll gladly take that, because it's more than she has right now. The bad news: the laboratory door opens, and the building inside is every bit as stereotypical as she might fear. There's projects half-finished on varying tables, odd scents and hints of smoke. There's a cot in the far back, with sheets rumpled enough to suggest it's here Rosalind spends most of her time. Her lantern rests on a table, and she takes a step back as she opens the door.]
Miss Gilbert, I presume. Come in. Madam Rosalind Lutece.
[British and formal, but actually fairly genuine. There's two chairs pulled forward, and a mug of what might be tea.]
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Miss Gilbert, I presume. Come in. Madam Rosalind Lutece.
[British and formal, but actually fairly genuine. There's two chairs pulled forward, and a mug of what might be tea.]