[There's a lot to look at, and in other circumstances, she'd love to spend hours doing just that. Messy doesn't mean stupid, and from what little she's seen, Newt is brilliant enough to excuse his chaos. From the diagrams to the notes to the creatures, Rosalind's fingers itch to touch them all.
Soon, she promises herself. Soon, when she isn't also itching to run her fingers through his hair.]
. . . all right.
[Is it good or bad his roommate isn't around? Bad, in that it leaves them less reason to stay apart, but good, in that if she ends up making a fool of herself, the only witness is a scientist she's certain she can bully into silence.
Carefully, her hands fastidious, she picks some kind of sticky . . . thing . . . off a seat and settles in. One leg crosses over the other, and she nods expectantly at him.]
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Soon, she promises herself. Soon, when she isn't also itching to run her fingers through his hair.]
. . . all right.
[Is it good or bad his roommate isn't around? Bad, in that it leaves them less reason to stay apart, but good, in that if she ends up making a fool of herself, the only witness is a scientist she's certain she can bully into silence.
Carefully, her hands fastidious, she picks some kind of sticky . . . thing . . . off a seat and settles in. One leg crosses over the other, and she nods expectantly at him.]
Go on.