"Definitely." She agrees, scooping up her pack as she goes.

Hot water and soap definitely have a settling effect, but she can't seem to escape the same argument running mad circles through her brain, about the extent of the control the telepath had, and about what to do next. She gives up finally, pinning her hair back up ruthlessly and heading back down to the lab. Science, at least, is familiar and comforting.

And this would be why there's a biochemist asleep in the corner of the lab, yep.