Jonny leaned back in his chair and sighed, rubbing his eyes to ease the ache. He would need those reading glasses a few decades sooner than the old man had at this rate. But he was setting a good pace through the archives. Besides the phone directory he'd told Chuck about at lunch yesterday, he'd found some engineering specs for various sub-systems
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At his assent, Rachel came and took the chair across from his desk and sat. She smiled at the young man. "I think we got off to a bad start. Forgive my curiosity, but you're obviously more than you seem, and as a departmental director, I wasn't made aware. Rodney kinda blew it off."
She starting ticking off points on her fingers. "One, you can read Ancient better than the linguists. Two, you expected our ranking military officer to basically kowtow to you. Three, you expected a welcoming committee, darn near. Four, you claim to know things you don't look old enough to have had *time* to learn. Five, you've been given a lab all to yourself. And six, but not least, you presumed an injured back on a woman had a meaning that only someone of my dad's generation would so automatically presume. So... Who, or possibly what, are you?"
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