( exceptxonalism ):

“I’ve come to request your presence at the monument, the boys in the lab think a new siphon might be necessary for further containment.” Comstock explained as he made entrance into her home, eyes glancing around towards the various scientific equipment scattered throughout. “I would think I needn’t stress the threat that girl poses for our city if left unchecked. No doubt you’ve heard the reports… Citizens merging into themselves or some such nonsense.” Of course he referred to the small spurts of madness that seemed to be rearing it’s head amongst his public, reportedly originating from those brave enough to actually enter the stray tear.

With a straightening of his tie, the Governor leans over to pick a fallen tome from the floor offering it to the physicist. ”Really Rosalind, would it hurt to have a lab separate from your home? I’m not one to talk regarding working out of the house, but this is a tad much.”

    Indifference had set in her marble constructed visage, the evidence in this being her unyielding eyes that didn’t glimmer though illumination encouraged it. While folks had often spoke with the Madam, their gaze being shared and presence acknowledged, it had almost as well been thought they’d held conversation with that of a sculpture. Now, it hadn’t so much been as a means to taunt the other person– Comstock of all folk should perceive this accurately. “This evening?” She began, “I hadn’t anticipated having to leave my paperwork.” It was a sacrifice she would have to make. Lutece had simply been a questionable woman, her motives remaining set while her character had been stern and methodical.

    “It is a matter which I have yet to resolve.” Likely every concern had been balanced atop her frail shoulders, though it had never once induced a tumble. Much alike to a house of cards, each predicament had been granted equilibrium. 

    Stare following his gesture in a far from amused fashion, it have been too long before both lips came to part and for once, sentiments flowed from her being. “I find comfort in my home, Governer. While I do appreciate that I am in your thoughts, I do prefer to perform without prying eyes…” Fingers gently curling against her upper arms as they had come to cross. “I feel that assistance more often than not, tends to hinder my progress.”