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WHO: Mordin Solus, Peter Parker, Sherlock Holmes
WHERE: Mordin's lab
WHEN: Monday evening
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: The Port-out sensor project gains another participant.
FORMAT: Prose

Mordin was a pretty trusting and outgoing person, for a hardened field operative with a list of enemies as long as his list of degrees. Paranoia and mistrust wasted time, resulted in missed opportunities. Simpler to let people in, evaluate them, kill them if they became a threat.

This was the attitude behind him agreeing readily to Peter's proposal of adding Sherlock Holmes to their studies. The Port-out sensor had performed very well in tests so far, and Mordin was confident they were ready to take it to the next level. Of course, what the next level was had yet to be determined- the Professor was so busy these days, that particular item had yet to be crossed off.

Holmes' fresh perspective and expertise would hopefully help resolve that, and move their project forward. Mordin was still excited about what the sensors could mean for the Import community at large. He awaited Peter and Sherlock in his gleaming lab at the Rossum Building with high expectations and an open mind.

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Sherlock, on the other hand, had no intention of trusting anyone involved in this rare social excursion of his. The reasons he'd agreed to it could be counted on one hand, and were mostly related to never having seen a real alien. Others included a genuine desire to learn more about Lachesis, and a lack of John in his apartment to entertain him.

He follows the directions Peter gave him, but rather than waiting for Molly's friend in the lobby, he starts to explore the building for himself. The labs were certainly capable enough, more than a match for St. Bart's. When Sherlock comes across the one designated for Mordin, he doesn't bother to knock.

His company does take him aback slightly, though he does his best not to show it.

"Dr. Solus, I presume."

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The alien perks up immediately and moves out from behind the lab table to greet his guest, not noticing any reaction to his appearance at all.

"Sherlock Holmes. Pleasure to meet you. Didn't get chance to work closely with previous iteration of you. Looking forward to rectifying that. Understand situation may be confusing- here previously, had experiences, taken back home, returned without memory of said experiences. Disorienting."

He pauses to inhale, then resumes the rapid-fire talking. Greetings like these usually come out when he's especially excited about something. "Glad you're willing to take on new project, all things considered. Work valuable, but also challenging. Can always use new perspectives."

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Just then, Peter knocks on the door and wraps his body around the doorframe. Slightly disheveled and out of breath, he pants, "Hi, sorry, there was a --" his hands sketch indecipherable shapes in the air-- "thing. You know." He shakes himself and stands up straight. "Real excited to work with you both on this project at the same time, though -- I was starting to feel like a relay baton, the way we've been going for the past year."

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"Peter. Just in time." Mordin touches his chin at the way Peter is clinging to that doorframe. "Please, come in. Didn't need to rush. Punctuality valuable, but not vital."

Peter looks like he almost flew here- even by Salarian standards of efficiency and enthuasiasm, that's something. Now that Mordin thinks about it, a possible reason he and Peter have worked so well together could be similar energy levels. He makes a mental note to investigate it later on.

"Project inconvenienced by Porter on multiple occasions," he says to Sherlock. "More personnel involved limits potential disruption by Port-out, or involuntary trips to Isle Francis." Good times, good times.