"I'm sorry, I should have prefaced the conversation with this," Simmons admits, hand fluttering near her forehead as she winces, thinking that she's been so awfully rude and tense lately and this is hardly an excuse, but she should know better. "I know who you are," she admits. "And I'm a big fan of your work, I really am. I read your papers and notes under my covers with a flashlight more times than I can count."

"I also know about your other experiments," she says, decorously.