[There is not actually a chance in hell that his lack of permission would stop her, but he's welcome to believe that there is. She's not terribly concerned by the idea; she's entirely sure that if she cared what people thought about her one way or the other, her life path would have been very different and much, much less fun.
So, fine. He's letting her come. Whatever. Either way, she's rolling up not all that long afterwards in her coveralls and goggles, proton pack strapped to her back, a laser trap under one arm. She looks less like a scientist and more like an exterminator with some very shiny homemade gear, which is... not wholly inaccurate.]
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So, fine. He's letting her come. Whatever. Either way, she's rolling up not all that long afterwards in her coveralls and goggles, proton pack strapped to her back, a laser trap under one arm. She looks less like a scientist and more like an exterminator with some very shiny homemade gear, which is... not wholly inaccurate.]