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Willow Rosenberg	Now that Willow knew who Sam's mystery lady was, and who she worked for, Willow's curiousity had gotten the better of her. She'd made certain to keep the card she was given away from John - not that he couldn't look the place up on his own, but at least this way he wasn't expensing everything and the kitchen sink - but she had gone and found SHIELD headquarters with intent on coming to visit. A sunny near fall day, a subway trip and several bus tranfers and a few blocks walking away, and Willow found herself outside the monolithic building, staring up at it. Of course, now that she was here, she was rather more than a little intimidated by the place, and really, what was she going to do? Walk right on in and ask to speak to Agent May? Uh.. no. And not just because Willow didn't really have anything to report to the woman, or ask about. Mostly she'd just been curious. Thankfully, there were spaces nestled about the front of the building that were suitable for sitting and enjoiying a lunch. Or, as it happened, a late afternoon 'lupper'. Willow had packed hers, even if she actually, for once, had enough money to treat herself to takeout. Old habits dying hard and all that. She had bought herself a beverage though - a tea that was just now cool enough for her to maybe consider sipping. Willow finds a bench, setting her satchel down beside her, and holds her cup two handed, feet dangling and swaying beneath her; truly one of the advantages of being neither too tall nor too short.
Jemma Simmons	It isn't often that Jemma gets the opportunity to get outside, what with the lack of windows inside thwarting the whole concept of the passage of time. But, this time, having caught a glimpse of the pleasant autumn day, the scientist had decided that 'it was a right proper time to go outside.' Of course, Fitz was too caught up with his own projects to want to do something silly, such as enjoying fresh air, so it was upon Jemma to enjoy the outdoors on her own, such as it is. After a quick stop at the cafeteria for a bagged lunch (which earned her a few odd glances) and other stop for proper tea, with her own cup, of course, Jemma finds herself stepping out of the lobby into the world proper. And...after a brief glance to survey the environment, finds that there really isn't a whole lot of people actually taking advantage of the day. Either the building was too intimidating, which it certainly was, or there was much better facilities inside. Or...at least more comfortable seats. But, it isn't a seat that Jemma takes. Instead, she approaches a particularly comfortable grassy spot, shifting to sit down upon the lawn. Her lapcoat remains on, though opened, showing just how often she wears the thing. Jemma slides a bit of the lapcoat over, using it as a makeshift blanket to set her teacup on, while the bagged lunch (consisting of a simple sandwich and an apple) is placed on the grass next to it. There is a glance upward, over to a bench that is currently occupied with an unfamiliar person. A nod and a smile is given, but no effort to make ocnversation, at least not yet. After all, it is rude to talk to someone when they are eating, right? And, judging from the sack besides the person, the unknown female had a similar idea as Jemma.
Willow Rosenberg	Surely in Willow's past she'd been taught not to talk to strangers, at least not in the *big city*, and given the peculiarities and oddities that the Scoobies had dealt with in Sunnyvale, she might have considered not extending small town politeness regardless, but ultimately, Willow was a small town girl with a big heart, and that smile from a random stranger draws one in return. Her lunch sack sits neatly atop her satchel that has her laptop within, as well as a number of other small sundry items, including a small bundle of sage - not that most places appreciated a good smudging, but experience had taught Willow that if you could only do one simple and single thing to cleanse an area, sage never steered you wrong. A place might not have salt, but sage was pretty portable, and it smelled good to boot. She smiles back at the woman, noting her labcoat, and pondering who or what she might be. For a small moment she entertains the notion of a rocket scientist, then giggles inwardly at herself, the giggle lending to that smile of hers, because gosh, SHIELD didn't do rockets, did they? They were spies and shooty uppy people. That did beg what did a bunch of spies do with scientists? It also brought to light, for the first time, the idea that there were whole other vistas of future employment opportunities Willow could explore. For now, though, she has tea and peanut butter sandwiches. Not to mention the last of the chocolate chip cookies she and Spike had baked.
Jemma Simmons	Labcoats are wonderful things, as they can have all sorts of pockets in which to stow things....such as a tablet that seemingly has 3-D models of arms. But...they all seem to be left-handed arms, from the quick glance. The files are closed with a quick flick of the finger, the tablet shifting to a locked down state and set to the side, to prevent sitting upon it. Her sandwich is produced (a raspberry jam sandwich) and the apple...but no dessert. Such a lack of preparation is rare for Jemma, which only confirms that this little outdoor excursion is really spur of the moment. The smile offered has a smile returned. That, for Jemma, only brightens her own countenance. Most New Yorkers wouldn't have bothered a second glance, much less a smile. Of course, it isn't quite enough to break the ice with conversation, not yet, but the opportunity is more within reach than it was moments before. The eyes flicker, glancing at the satchel, but only casually. The cup of tea raises to Jemma's lips, as she takes a moment to look over her impromptu lunch mate. It is a quick glance, but a detailed one, as scientists are wont to do. Spies, too, but since when do spies wear labcoats and design prosthetic arms? A giggle catches Jemma's attention, but, for some reason, she pointedly shifts her attention away, down to her picnic lunch. Perhaps she thought it too rude to keep observing the woman on the bench. Or, rather, maybe she was trying to not draw attention to the fact that she was observing. Most likely the former.
Willow Rosenberg	Duelling smiles. The weapon of choice for polite people everywhere, their power to disarm alarmingly simple, and disconcertingly distracting. Were the kind hearted ones of the world ever to harness that power, true Chaos would descend upon the world. Perhaps it's just as well they seem mostly oblivious to their own charms, or the power therein and rarely employ them for naught but good. Seeing the tablet taken out, Willow is not only intrigued, but wondering if they've now transitioned to post-politeness and into solitary pursuits, as well as reminded she has her own laptop on her. Which, if she doesn't find herself immersed in, can at least be employed as a blind while peeking over the top to peer at what Jemma might be doing. Not that she can really see the other's screen, but curiousity does have a niggling little hold on her. Jemma does not seem the sort to be playing Candy Crush while enjoying her meal, and that fact alone has Willow ever so intrigued. It should be noted this might be why Willow often finds herself in over her head at times. Most normal folks know to leave certain things well enough alone. Willow's lunch bag is moved to one side, Willow pulling out her laptop first, and then, after placing it on her lap and booting it up, taking out both her sandwich and the little baggie of cookies she's brought with her. There's a small furrow of consternation at Willow's brow as she finds there are no open networks here. Not a one to speak of. There is a 'guest' network, but it's patently labelled as belonging to SHIELD - likely for visiting folks to access without being able to wander about SHIELD systems proper. However, that's not helpful to Willow who has no password, and while her scrying might exist in that nebulous world of magic and not technically needing a connection, anything else Willow might want to do on the computer does. A very frowny Willow takes a bite of peanutbutter sandwich and considers her options.
Jemma Simmons	Candy Crush would not be found on Jemma's tablet....though a cat video or two might. Such at it is, the tablet is a temporary distraction, having been placed off to the side while the hand reaches over for a jam sandwich. The expression of pleasantness doesn't change, at least not until a small frown appears upon Willow's features. A small frown that seems to grow more and more by the second. And, proper manners aside, one simply cannot sit while another is in distress. Well, at least, not Jemma. It must be the doctor training. And it is with that calm and pleasant bedside manner that Jemma speaks. "Excuse me, but I couldn't help but notice that you seem slightly out of sorts. If you don't mind me asking, what seems to be the problem?" The voice....oh so prim and proper. So undeniably British. The sort of tone one would hear from magical nannies with flying umbrellas.
Willow Rosenberg	"Oh." Willow's mouth makese a smallness of the sound, and her cheeks pinken at being caught out with a frown. By a stranger no less! And that accent.. shades of John, only with less swears. Willow was pretty sure Jemma smelled better than John, too. "Uhm, no, it's okay." Which was an outright lie that she felt immediately guilty about - even if it was a relatively white one. "I mean, I can't seem to connect anywhere from here. I guess I thought there would be an open network, and there isn't." Which sounds admittedly foolish, even to herself, given where she is. "I guess it's the whole everyone is a spy thing. Not trustworthy people and all.." Her voice drifts off as she realizs exactly how terrible that must sound, all things considered. "I didn't mean you. I mean, you look nice enough. I just saw you on your tablet, and was thinking I'd log in too.. Oh gosh." That's about when her gaze lights upon her cookies. Of which there are three - a perfect amount for sharing, even if one must needs be broken in half to do it properly. "Would you like a cookie? I baked them myself. Well, Spike helped. Mostly."
Jemma Simmons	Jemma's own cheeks redden, as if ashamed her speaking caused so much distress. Which, of course, requires backpedalling of the finest order. "Oh! Well, I didn't mean to cause any undue stress. I was just turning off my tablet, really." There is a pause, then a quick continuation. "Though I understand the frustration. There isn't a decent wifi point to be found when needed, unless you consign yourself to purchasing horrible coffee and a day-old bagel, just so the barista doesn't look at you funny when you connect to the supposedly free hotspot there just to lure customers in." It sounds like Jemma might have had an experience or two. A blink...then a light giggle of her own as Jemma devotes her full attention to Willow. "Everyone is a spy, then? Wouldn't that mean that one wouldn't want to log into an open network? Logically speaking, of course." That smile returns, as Jemma continues to speak. "In fact, I would be more concerned if there was an open network connection available without any particular protocol attached to it. Especially if that connection was from a complex that seems to be known as an intelligence agency." That smile remains as Jemma shifts to stand, her partially eaten sandwich sliding back into her bag along with the apple. The cup of tea balanced upon the tablet, she makes the short walk to the bench, sitting down besides Willow. "Of course, if you really want to connect to the guest network, I can provide the password. It is shockingly simple, really. And....I would adore a cookie." The tablet is placed to the side, as a hand reaches out in greeting. "I'm Jemma, by the way. Jemma Simmons."
Willow Rosenberg	"Oh, no. I meant you wouldn't want just anyone logging in. You must have all sorts of secrets here and stuff. More than the University even, and they have the research laboratories." Willow has to admit, though, "Their passwords are silly, too. I mean, really anyone with half a brain can figure out 'labguest1'. What kind of a password is that, even?" She grins, and shuffles over just a tiny bit, dragging her things along with her to give Jemma more space. "I meant you looked like a scientist, but everyone here.. it doesn't matter." Her smile blossoms again and she extends her own hand, shaking Jemma's. "Willow. Willow Rosenburg. And really I kind of work for SHIELD." She nods like this is entirely a true fact, which is almost is. Sam does. And she's with Sam. And May did say she was an asset.. that was a kind of working for SHIELD wasn't it? "But it's okay if you don't want to give me the password. I mean, I might not give me the password either. I could be a superspy pretending just to get all your secrets, though I guess if I were, I might not use the guest connection. And if I did, I could probably figure out the password myself if I were going to just break into your systems.." Jemma gets a considered look, "It's not 'guest' is it?" Because oh gosh that would be so silly. So very silly. Not to mention she should have tried that to begin with. "They're chocolate chip," Willow informs of the cookies. There's enough for us each to have one and a half of a one. I'd split the biggest. It'll be easier to divide into two without all the bits and pieces crumbling. A lot more surface area to work with. I know they look funny, but they taste good."
Jemma Simmons	"Oh....I wouldn't worry about secrets and all that here. At least, from the guest login. I would doubt that there is anything that is accessible from the guest login." Of course, Jemma would know exactly what is accessible, considering she helped Fitz with the whole reworking of the network. Which only serves to cause Jemma to chuckle as Willow speculates on superspy-dom. That chuckle dissipates as Jemma speaks. "Sometimes a book can be judged by its cover. I am a scientist. A biochemist, actually. Not at all a super spy, like you, Ms. Rosenburg." That grin appears once more...as if Jemma knows that Willow is probably not a super spy. Or even a spy in general. The considered look only causes Jemma to break out in amused laughter. "No. It's 'password'." The response is given with a straight face...and may very well actually be the guest password. If the guest network actually went anywhere close to SHIELD's sensitive data. Otherwise, a certain agent would be very upset with Jemma giving out the keys to the guest network kingdom. "Oh, only one would be fine. There's no need to worry about splitting one apart. They are yours, after all." Again with the politeness. At least Jemma is consistent. '
Willow Rosenberg	"Me? A superspy?" Willow's features go owlish as she blinks. Why would this Jemma Simmons think.. oh right. She'd said she worked for SHIELD. Kinda. "I'm not really a spy. I don't even really work for SHIELD. But my friend Sam does. We were working together on something, and I'm finishing it, so I guess that's a kind of working for?" May had used the word 'asset' - without being prompted even. "I have an expense account!" An expense account Willow is judisciously keeping far away from John who was very loose and lax with the definition of 'necessary expenses'. (A fifth of Jim Beam gets me through the day, luv. Totally necessary.) Willow is in the verge of explaining what she is - beyond a student, which is not only totally acceptable, but an odd sort for SHIELD to be intersted in - when Jemma lets it be known what the password is. Cue one horrified look on the red-head's face. "No. Are they asking for - you're kidding.. That's the kind of password Bu -.. really? Password?" She might not have known Jemma for any length fo time, but she's no reason to suspect she's being lied to. "People can still hack networks from the guest connects, you know." Willow wasn't a great hacker, but she had some minor skills there. Not SHIELD quality, but with a password and her scrying skills.. she might be able to do some damage if she were the sort. Thankfully Willow wasn't the sort. She was, however, the sort to insist on splitting that third cookie. And to avoid protests, she does it herself, offering that Jemma should pick which half. "That's how we did it at Buffy's house as kids. One person got to split the cookie. The other person got to choose first. It makes it fair."
Jemma Simmons	There isn't an argument as to the third cookie. After all, Willow already split it. But, as might have been expected from any other person, Jemma does select a half....the lesser half. To refuse after the cookie was broken would have been a slight, offensive to Jemma's delicate sensibilities. The half is set to the side...as Jemma turns her brown eyes upon her conversational partner, the corners of her lips curling into a slight smile. "An expense account, you say?" Those brown eyes take a moment as they seem to look through Willow, a tell-tale sign of thoughts formulating. "Your friend Sam must be a consultant. And...having an expense account means that someone thinks you're special. I believe the correct term is that you are an 'asset'." No prompting given to Jemma, either. It might be that Jemma is familiar with the spending habits of SHIELD. Considering the whole department full of fun things for her and Fitz to play with. When Willow brings up the possibility of vunerabilities, Jemma offers a polite nod. "Yes, yes. It is certainly possible to infiltrate networks from guest logins. However, I can assure you that, from the moment that someone does log in to the guest account, all activity is monitored. Considering the amount of time spent rebuilding the network to prevent just such an event, I would think it would at least take a dedicated amount of effort to circumvent the security protocols. And, if someone would be considering that sort of activity, then I would wager that they would take more care than to use a login that has no hope of being private, ever." There is a soft laugh, as she adds a wink to Willow. "Just be glad Fitz wasn't here. He would take offense, drop a rather nasty Scottish colloquialism, then explain in detail how the algorithms he and I designed would work to inhibit efforts." A pause...then an added comment. "Mostly his, actually. He is the engineer, after all." Then, with that smile brightening a bit, Jemma offers one more bit of info. "Oh, I was mostly positive you wasn't a spy, Ms. Rosenburg. After all, I haven't seen you within the Triskelion before....and most agents do eventually come to us at some point. I mean, after all, what fun is it to be James Bond without something from the Q branch to play with?" And...with that, it gives a little bit of a hint as to what Jemma does, besides the biochemist drop she laid down earlier.
Willow Rosenberg	There's a delighted beam from Willow, not just because Jemma takes the cookie, but the other as well. She'd used the word asset - without prompting even! - which meant there were no awkward explanations. "The cookies look a bit off, but they're really very tasty. We'd never made them before, and Spike wasn't a very good helper. I think baking is a bit like potions. Someone said there's science involved but I'm not really sure I'm good at it." Willow was *very* good at science; abysmal at potions. "Yes. She said I was an asset. Though it would have been better if she'd told me who she was the first time we met. Really, she had me scared. I mean, I knew she wasn't the kind of person Buffy goes after, but all the secrets and everything.. I guess that's what you do here, though. It's really why I came by. I wanted to see where it all happened." Willow casts a glance back at the Triskelion. "It looks just like any building really." Her attention returns, though, when computers are continued to be spoken of. "Oh, I can kind of circumvent login records. It's a bit complicated to explain, and I have to be looking for something specific. I mean, I can't just go poking at anything or playing minecraft. But it's possible." A bite of peanut butter sandwich is taken. Willow's delivery of what she can do is entirely matter of fact. "Is Fitz your partner? Wait. You said you were a scientist more than a spy. I guess you don't have partners. Do spies have partners like policemen do?" She's quick to make the connection between James Bond and Jemma. "Oh. You make the toys. What's it like working with scientific toys?" Because lets face it, John, Buffy, and Sam played with anything but. And in Buffy's case if it involved an explanation of how to use it, or a button to push, she'd already picked up a stake and was gone.
Jemma Simmons	The thought of baking as a science gives Jemma a bright smile. "Oh, yes! One could certainly consider baking a science! Taking exact portions of compounds, combining them in a precise manner, yielding a result greater than the sum of its parts? Why, is it absolutely a science!" But then, the comparison that Willow gave is mulled over. Baking to potions. And....the confusion sets in. "Potions?" It is a one-word question, spoken not necessarily to Willow, but out loud, nonetheless. What an unusual statement to be made. "I mean, I suppose certain soluble compounds could be considered potions in the technical sense of the word." Again, to no one in particular...mostly to herself. Then...another phrase with a vague identifier. "She? A person who told you that you was an asset, intimidating, with the ability to authorize expense accounts...." Deductive reasoning does not take long at all, as there is one one person Jemma knows of that fits those criteria completely. "Ah, yes. She is rather...reserved, I guess you could say. But really is a sweetheart once you get to know her." So...Jemma still might be getting to know May. But Willow doesn't need to know that! And...telling Jemma that you know how to circumvent login records? Probably not the greatest idea, which only cements the concept that Willow isn't out to take down SHIELD. Still, Jemma shifts from the admission from Willow and chooses to answer the question. "Yes, Fitz and I are partners." There is a sudden realization of what Jemma just said, prompting a back-pedal from the scientist. "I mean, scientific partners! Not in....like....the physical...or emotional sense." The words stammer out, just before Jemma blushes fiercely red and actually physically facepalms. "I...can't believe I just said that." The toy comment does prompt Jemma to lower her hand, though those cheeks are still flushed red. "Well, it is rather fun, really. Applying theorum and hypothesis to generate new and amazing things. It...well, it is a bit like magic, really. Only, real and functional rather than simply illusion." No...Jemma didn't exactly make the leap to divine Willow's expertise. But, then again, Jemma wasn't really a true magic believer, either. Because, there is always a perfectly logical explanation. At least, so far.
Willow Rosenberg	"I'm really good at science," Willow remarks. "But potions. I don't know. I don't know if it's the amounts or there's something I'm not doing right. I've practised the incantations.. something always seems to go wrong." And as long as something did, Amy was going to remain a rat, which was a rather worrisome thing for poor Willow. "They're not really like chemistry. I mean, they are, but instead of knowing how acids and bases work, you have to know which components.. okay, that part is like chemistry." Incantations? Not so much. She's still thinking about that when Jemma seems to know exactly who Willow is talking about. "She was really scary. Sam didn't seem to be worried, but he knows a lot of shady people. I mean, he gave me his bus pass once and told me to use it like I was him. I felt so guilty. I mean, what if someone asked me if I'd paid for it? I couldn't lie!" Thankfully nobody had. Nor had Sam made such an offer again, and honestly, if Willow hadn't been so broke that month, and it hadn't already been near the end of it, she wouldn't have accepted. "I think John made her angry. He's kind of like that with people he doesn't know. It's like he's testing them or something. He didn't like me for a long time either." Willow wasn't sure he liked her now, even, but he was at least worried enough about her and what she could do to actually teach her, which was more than he was doing before. She's totally oblivious to the thoughts running through Jemma's head, if only because in total Willow fashion it hasn't occurred to her that most people aren't so patently honest about things. And given Willow has no intention of trying to break into anything of SHIELD's it hasn't occurred to her that she shouldn't muse on the fact that she thinks she could bypass at least some things there. It wasn't really hacking, and she'd have to have an idea of what she was looking for.. But then again, what was there at SHIELD that Willow wanted? She couldn't imagine. The other's discomfort over speaking about Fitz is noticed, leaving Willow with no choice but to apologize for the fact. "I didn't mean to pry - I mean, it's okay if you're seeing each other too, but I meant like partners in work. Oh gosh, I'm so sorry. I said it wrong and.. huh? Oh no, science and magic aren't really the same thing at all. Their logic is completely different. Well, okay, maybe a bit alike. But the rules that bound them aren't the same, and unlike universal constants, only some people can access magix. It's a little bit more like being a mutant."
Jemma Simmons	Waaaait a minute. Potions and incantations? Is Willow talking beyond a passionate fandom of Harry Potter? The thought itself is not vocalized, but there is a bit of hesitation before Jemma speaks once more. "Magic is just something that science has yet to explain." Jemma then gives voice to the bevy of thoughts that reside in her mind. "There is a perfectly logical explanation for everything. It is just a matter of finding it." As Jemma speaks, she is realizing exactly why May decided to make Willow an asset, because of course May already knew what Willow was capable of. And that thought alone is messing with Jemma somewhat. Magic is all well and good...but trying to convince someone as scientifically minded as Jemma that something happens just because? No....that doesn't fly with her. And so...the easiest way to deal with a potential world-shattering viewpoint? Ignore that it is there! The fact that Willow admitted that she doesn't like to lie? Instantly rings with Jemma. "Oh, I know! I *like* being nice and doing the right thing. I am just horrid with trying to come up with a lie on the spot like that. Science does not take too kindly to wild improvisation. It takes preparation and study, which I do excel at." No humble brag there. That is just Jemma being honest. As far as personal entanglements? Not spoken of again, for the moment. Because it is only right to ignore what is difficult to talk about and shove it to the side. Curse that British upbringing.
Willow Rosenberg	"I know!" Willow agrees, face lighting up. "I feel like there's this huge sign over my head announcing that I'm lying. I don't know how other people do it. I'm terrible at it." Which is why Willow was not the spokesperson for the group outside of very specific circumstances. She does have to pause and think about Jemma's declaration about magic. Was that all it was? Was all she was doing was seeing things in a mathemetical or scientific viewpoint that others could not? After all, higher level quantum mechanics wasn't for everyone either. When you started taking apart string theory and talking about light existing as both particle and wave depending on circumstance and measuring devices, most people's brains just shut off leaving them to nod politely and ask 'how about them Red Sox' -- which was usually where Willow started looking confused. Red socks? "I suppose?" She tilts her head to one side. "I've never really tried to express what I do mathematically. And ley lines really are just deposits of elemental power. Uh.. not periodic table elemental. More psychic and universal.." Then it occurs to her. "Most people don't believe in magic. I guess I wouldn't either if I weren't me. But that's okay, I can talk about science too. It's actually one of my favourite things besides maths. I'm still trying to decide where to major. They won't let me take three. Which is just ridiculous, don't you think?" Jemma's relationship with Fitz is happily dropped. Willow had her own complicated entanglement; she understood how that could be, though Jemma seemed rather more inclined to want to be 'partnered' with this Fitz than she, herself, cared to pick up where she and Oz had once left off.
Jemma Simmons	Jemma waves off the audacity of not allowing three majors with a flick of the wrist. "Simply laughable. The powers that be simply have to understand that knowledge cannot be contained within a mere one or two fields of study." The comment is passed off as a joke, though, from the delivery, one would be hard-pressed to tell if Jemma was indeed kidding. Of course, she might be speaking from experience, considering. The thought of magic as a mathematical construct does certainly seem appealing to Jemma. It does seem to merge the pop-culture fangirl in her with the more rigid mindset that is demanded of those that follow the scientific method. "Well, I can concede that there may be forces at work that have, as of yet, defied explanation. But, that is what science is for....to provide those answers. And, honestly, I haven't came across a potentially 'magical' phenomenon that hasn't been able to be explained through application of research via the scientific method. Even mutant powers have a rational basis in genetic makeup and specific reactions with known parameters. It would be fascinating to apply a objective approach to what you might consider magic, just to see what correlations may be discovered." The tilt of the head signals another idea. "If....if you would like, I could inquire if you could visit inside the building, rather than sit outside and banter about metaphysics. If Director Mays thinks you are an asset, it wouldn't be all that difficult to provide temporary clearance for a tour. Perhaps....a visit to the research and development labs might be of interest?" And...two things would be noticable. One...Jemma just dropped the name and title of the one person who potentially recruited Willow. And two...she just invited Willow to check out the lab...based off of one brief'ish meeting over cookies and the dislike of lieing. Either Jemma is really trusting and naive, or she has a liking for Willow. Most likely both.
Willow Rosenberg	"I said exactly that!" Willow exclaims, even if it wasn't *exactly* that. The sentiment, however, had been the same. "It's like they've never had someone who needs to learn it all before. I might have to extend my degree by a year to fit everything in. They can keep me from declaring the majors, but I looked it up, they can't stop me from taking the courses as long as I have the prerequisites. So I've planned it out. If I take six courses a semester, and double up my electives to cover the same slots for different degress, I can do it in five years with only one summer semester. Two if I decide to take an extra course or two. I haven't decided." And don't get her started on graduate degrees! Jemma's matter of fact delivery on science and magic elicits a giggle from Willow. "I'm not sure magic cares if we can or can't explain it. But I guess what we can do now must have looked like magic in the past. You might be right, though. Did you know the Apokolipian people combined both magic and advanced tech? They actually referred to magic as just another form of advanced technology. I couldn't find much more in the short time I had to research it, but you've reminded me." Willow tucks that thought away from the future, while listening to how mutants work. "I suppose I could have different genetics?" She'd never thought about it. In fact, Willow wasn't certain she knew of anyone who approached magic as an abberation - albeit a beneficial one. Again her features light up at the thought of a tour. "Oh, yes, please!" She even clasps her hands together in delight. "I'd love to see your laboratories... uh.. if Agent May thinks it's okay that is."