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[certaininequities]

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[goryteller]

[The question's prescience catches him off guard, and so he laughs, shifting his weight a little as the elevator goes up. ]

No. Not at all.

[It's a little more complicated than that -- sometimes his parents were very good to him, but it's easier to leave that unexplained. ]

[certaininequities]

Then that's what I'm more sorry to hear. That, and that your only option to support yourself was to work in a place like that.

[he pauses, then gives a soft chuckle of his own]

No wonder you weren't bothered by Emily's lack of tact. Regardless, you won't hurt for options, here. And I'll certainly never ask you to put yourself to any task you aren't comfortable with.

[the elevator gives a soft, pleasant ding, and the doors slide open to reveal a hallway much more like what Katurian may have been envisioning: clean walls and floors, off-white and pale gray with deep green accents at the door jambs and the sills of the windows that look into the sectioned off laboratory spaces. Most of them are pristine with lack of use, but Norman steers them toward the one section with racks of tubes and several tools laid out upon the tables.]

The main laboratory is this way. My adopted son, Peter, has a workspace here, but it's for his own personal use and projects, so you won't need to worry about knowing where that is.