[ someone has to check the spectrometers every morning, just to make sure they're still calibrated properly, and that job? usually goes to davor, because he is genuinely terrible at playing nose-goes (and the lab is secretly full of twelve-year-olds in charge of hideously expensive scientific equipment, so of course that's how they make decisions). davor is not, however, expecting to find someone else in the spectrometry lab when he walks in—and he very definitely does not let out a girly squeak and slam his free hand against the closed door in panic. nope. not him. ]
Jesus Christ, what are you—you can't be in here!
[ excuse him as he sputters for a second, trying to get his brain back in gear... and waiting for his heart to start beating normally again. it's not that he's not used to agent pierce looming in random corners (although he isn't), but random heavily-armed government agent in the spectrometry lab is not the kind of thing one can generally brace oneself for.
and a quick, only semi-panicked glance around says that gabe's not in here, which is. unusual, given that it's his job to babysit escort said government agent. ]
What are you doing in here?
[ davor gently sets his papers down and braces a hand on the nearest table, taking in and letting out a deep breath. he's moved past panic into suspicion by this point, since as far as he was aware agent pierce didn't have even the remotest interest in the actual science done in the lab. (hey, his parents are bosnian political refugees. suspicion of heavily-armed government agents—even the really attractive ones, and agent pierce definitely qualifies for that category—is a crucial survival tactic in the pavlović household.) ]
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Jesus Christ, what are you—you can't be in here!
[ excuse him as he sputters for a second, trying to get his brain back in gear... and waiting for his heart to start beating normally again. it's not that he's not used to agent pierce looming in random corners (although he isn't), but random heavily-armed government agent in the spectrometry lab is not the kind of thing one can generally brace oneself for.
and a quick, only semi-panicked glance around says that gabe's not in here, which is. unusual, given that it's his job to
babysitescort said government agent. ]What are you doing in here?
[ davor gently sets his papers down and braces a hand on the nearest table, taking in and letting out a deep breath. he's moved past panic into suspicion by this point, since as far as he was aware agent pierce didn't have even the remotest interest in the actual science done in the lab. (hey, his parents are bosnian political refugees. suspicion of heavily-armed government agents—even the really attractive ones, and agent pierce definitely qualifies for that category—is a crucial survival tactic in the pavlović household.) ]