Roxy raised an eyebrow. "Crossed the line to bullshit, huh? Le sign, its her all over again," she said, shaking her head. "Well, if you ever change your mind, genetics is mine, so I could explain the diff to anyone who does know genetics."

Then she pouted at him. "Though I'd prefer leaving the smiling and nodding humoring, just makes me want to prove things. Do you know how annoying it is to be a lady of science, but have to spout off crazy without proof? The answer is a lot."

"Well, it's gotta be pink or purple. Though I'll probs talk Wrench 'fore deciding anything," she said, heading down the street. "Ttyl."