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"Alright everyone in your seats," Betty said as her no-nonsense heels clicked across the front of the room to put a stack of papers on her desk. The college students reluctantly broke up their respective clicks and texting groups.

She puts her glasses on, milling through the bleacher type seats and desks to hand back graded papers. "If you did the extra credit assignment, now is a good time to hand it in. If you didn't, please refrain from doing so." There's a laugh that ripples through the students.

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Steven, one of the younger interns pushes his glasses up on his nose a bi higher sheepishly. "Nobody visits the lab...unless they have class here." His voice nasal, he probably even has an inhaler for emergencies.

Strangely, Betty seemed to fit right in amongst the geeks and smart ones. They didn't treat her any differently.

She finishes her pizza slice and picks out a mouse to weigh him on a small scale. "We've been doing research on different types of radiation and monitoring for mutations."

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Will was never sure where he fit in. In Dr. Lecter's high class world, Will was the awkward country boy. At work he was the profiler who empathized with killers. During lectures he was the professor. Always separate. In this scenario he was still an outsider, but there was a collective awkwardness about them that made him feel like they were all being outsiders together.

"It sounds like an interesting study," he commented, nibbling on his pizza slice thoughtfully. "How is your little friend doing so far?" He meant the mouse, of course.