"That's disgusting." It's an all-encompassing statement of Franziska's opinion on her interview partner, from the cop out answer, to the very stench of his presence. In her mind, his name is already Sloppy McSlob.
PCR thermal cycler? She's not familiar with that device. She's not familiar with most tools in general. Does that even fit in a toolbox? She glances towards the direction of what seems to distract him, trying to look for a way out of that question. There's a glass there. She knows from being on the opposite side before, observing her brother work.
She's stalled long enough. "A screwdriver." And she asks the next question immediately to avoid having her choice questioned. "What time of day do you accomplish the most?" If he does accomplish anything at all.
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PCR thermal cycler? She's not familiar with that device. She's not familiar with most tools in general. Does that even fit in a toolbox? She glances towards the direction of what seems to distract him, trying to look for a way out of that question. There's a glass there. She knows from being on the opposite side before, observing her brother work.
She's stalled long enough. "A screwdriver." And she asks the next question immediately to avoid having her choice questioned. "What time of day do you accomplish the most?" If he does accomplish anything at all.