Man-Made Object

"And you as well. Please-- oh!" Isla has stepped aside for her fellow doctor to step into the office, only to suddenly find Nate suddenly animated and moving - and with a lot more hands than she remembers at LongNight. "That is certainly a handy new upgrade," she remarks, smiling despite herself at the joke she has made. They enter a room that is much more illuminated than usual, for the benefit of her patient, and Isla clicks the door shut behind them and moves to sit on one of the comfortable chairs towards the fire. "A theory?" she echoes, blue eyes lighting up. Perhaps it shouldn't send such a jolt of curious anticipation through her bones, but it is so rare to experiment these days, or to look at things with new eyes. Between the two Ascended - especially given their backgrounds - it's an opportunity she can't pass up. "Do tell me more," she invites, still watching the staticy hand that Nate seems to have acquired. ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die