"I'm not really a drinker."

Lana reddened for a second. She was usually SO good at picking that sort of thing up and she was mad at herself for not recognizing it in her roomate. Why would she drink when she had a memory mutation? That would make it all the harder. Plus, she was a physically fit person for her job. Lana imagined her body was a temple. Tattoos and all. "Oh, Sorry." was all she managed to say before Noel went on to responding to her recent statements. She was thankful for the turn in conversation. Sometimes Lana just didn't pick up on those social queues. But Noel didn't seem to mind. She did feel awkward now though about having the booze.


"It's not... I mean... Hmm It's mostly just awkward. It helps to be able to read people, their body language and all that? Really it's only weird when they're familiar and I just can't get that same feeling. With some friends, they just click back into place." She shrugged. "Other times I just fake it 'til I make it."

"That makes sense." replied Lana. "I think a lot of us do that."


>>"Hmm. Well, some jobs I get hired specifically for my ability to forget. But that doesn't mean there are days I don't.I've been puked on more than twice. Bluh."

Lana gave a laugh, "Would you believe I have too? Though for different reasons. Usually it's a cop's first time working a murder scene or something. I feel bad for them, except when they contaminate my scene. The good ones are the ones who have the decency to run a bit away before doing it." she literally did have scenes ruined that way. It was common in her field.

>>"One time I got tricked into thinking I'd been doused in Anthrax so I stripped and jumped into the lake over by the the jogging path in Central Park. Not my brightest moment, but I kinda panicked, you know? Some scamp ran off with my clothes and I had to bum a jacket off of some guy to get home 'cause it was winter."

Lana laughed trying to picture it. "Oh man that's rough! And cold." she put the back of her hand over her mouth while she laughed so she didn't spit cookie dough everywhere. "What a sin!"

>>"I dunno! I bet you have better."

Did she? She'd been the one to bring it up in an attempt to be light hearted. But there really wasn't anything light hearted about her job. Just a lot of dead people and psychopaths. "Well in terms of the patients I deal with, it really is a bit stereotypically like the movies. You get what you'd expect. There's a lot of hazing of new doctors and that sort of thing so they'd always give me the guy who'd pee everywhere during a session. One guy tried to take a dump in a fake plastic tree." she snorted. "The doctor who sent him to me thought it was funny til I sent the patient to his office bearing the tree as a gift." she grinned.

> "What a sin!"

Noel flushed. Lana had probably meant it as a jibe at whoever'd gotten her clothes, but after the awkward situation she'd just lived through it made her feel a bit squidgy. It was a good thing it was easy to get lost in Lana's good humor.

"Oh man. You did it the nice way. I'd probably have left the tree in his office after he'd left." Or on his desk. Oh! Chair? "I don't think I could work an office job. I mean, you at least get to invite other people to your space. It must get lonely in a cubicle all day."

And somehow the dolphins on screen were already flopping aboard their spaceships. Gosh, where had the time gone? "This may be the best part," Noel motioned to the screen where a rather poor CG scene was happening. "Inter-species love is weird."