[ Castiel doesn't like computers very much. Oh, he understands math and science, certainly. But give him a cell phone or a laptop, and he'll experience a struggle. Billions of years old, and a creature that outside its flesh and bone vessel exists as a wavelength of celestial intent, Castiel knows how to navigate string theory, or manipulate the the clean precision of quantum physics and the messy unpredictability of spontaneity to make it nigh impossible for Naomi's forces to catch him. Still thwarted by the concept of voice mails and pop up ads, though.
Still he takes a moment to let his eyes travel around as he moves into the lab.
It's the whiteboard that draws him first, though he also takes note of the filing cabinet and drafting desk, as well. The mess of wires won't make much sense to him, but he's hoping to glean some information from the equations on the whiteboard. ]
Is either of you familiar with the machinery in here?
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Still he takes a moment to let his eyes travel around as he moves into the lab.
It's the whiteboard that draws him first, though he also takes note of the filing cabinet and drafting desk, as well. The mess of wires won't make much sense to him, but he's hoping to glean some information from the equations on the whiteboard. ]
Is either of you familiar with the machinery in here?