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It was an unfortunate fact of Mimsy's existence that she couldn't stay awake forever. Sleep never stopped feeling like a complete waste of time, in spite of any logical reasons that proved otherwise, so she frequently fell back onto the aid of coffee when her days passed the 24-hour mark.

When the need for caffeine arose in the middle of projects, or writing, or anything she worked on, she usually just set everything down, walked to the nearest source of the drink, and returned. Nobody ever bothered her things. Even if they did, she felt certain that they wouldn't be able to do anything useful with them. There was only one person on the island (exempting herself, of course) who could find any value in her writing; she would have felt incredibly honored if he did, so he was always welcome to look.

With a mug of coffee warming the palm of her hand, Mimsy stared at someone who was bothering her things.

She took a sip from the mug and waited, in case the apparition intended to disappear, but it didn't. Now that she had reasonable certainty that the someone was real, she watched them in silence, taking notes.

The most important of her observations, which happened to be the most obvious, was that they were inhuman. It didn't drive her assessment into the negatives to know this - in fact, this was preferable to a human. Now this was an opportunity, not an annoyance.

The sound of her boots against the tile was almost drowned out by the steady hum of equipment, as she took care to not recklessly disturb them. She was well within arm's reach of the stranger when she reached to delicately place her fingertips against the collar.

"Have you formed an opinion regarding this text? I am curious to hear it, if you have," she murmured, tilting her head to the side.

The disappointment that Mimsy felt was obvious in the droop of her shoulders, but it did nothing to deter her curiosity. Her fingers left the collar and moved to touch their cheek, brief enough to be categorized as an accident, and she folded her arms and looked at them a little longer before speaking again.

"I see. What are you for, if you don't mind my asking?" She didn't seem displeased by their admission, her inquiry more intrigued than contentious. The cuff and collar insinuated that this was an entity from Halloween, not a weapon golem. She'd met so few of them that she was eager for this chance, even if her desire to interact with FEAR-based individuals was based on a heavy bias. Their personalities and preferences were as vast and varied as those of humans, but she would never be this interested in a human stranger.

"I hope that you don't find me too obtrusive. If an introduction helps, my name is Mimsy."

She untucked one of her crossed arms and extended her hand.

Unaccustomed to questions? Mimsy's eyes narrowed just slightly as she wondered what the weapons specialists were doing all day, if not asking questions. If it were her specialization, she doubted that she would ever run out of questions to ask, as long as she was allowed. Perhaps that was the problem. Red tape and hitting walls.

It only made her more grateful for the opportunity; the idea of asking something that nobody had ever asked before was absolutely thrilling.

"Well, that is a pity." She glanced at the moleskine journal, now that it was closed, but made no motion to take it. "I would venture to say that there is a great deal to be learned from you, if the correct circumstances present themselves. I will warn you in advance: my inquiries can get tiresome. You are not my charge, so you are welcome to stop me if you feel as if it becomes an intrusion."

With that settled, she reached to take their hand, shook it once, and lingered longer than was acceptable in a casual handshake. She took that time to take note of the few physical attributes she could from just a handshake, fingertips brushing their palm when she finally pulled away.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Aleria. I am familiar with both the Haunted House and Otto, but must disagree with your comment about the island. At times, it hardly seems large enough." A joke. A bad joke. She still smiled.

"Your question is..." The smile faded. "I studied astrophysics for many, many years, and it was my intended field of work, but I rarely have the opportunity to use it here. I have been working on smaller projects with my brother, which are aligned more with his field. The notes you were reading, however..."

She hesitated, eyeing the book again. It was not strictly confidential information, and she had never strictly aligned herself anyway. Surely it couldn't hurt to divulge small portions of the work that might as well have been her hobby project.

"What do you know about alternate universes, Aleria?" she asked, leaning back onto the table near them.

"I wouldn't say that. Even a student can be interesting. You only need proper prompting." Mimsy's smile twitched. As sure as she sounded, it was a sentiment that was not firmly rooted in her mind. She knew this feeling and the detachment that often accompanied it.

It never truly went away.

"A willingness to learn and share information is never tedious. Anyone who attempts to tell you otherwise is simply incorrect." She reached to tap their chin up with one finger, trying to maintain a steady smile. "If you are at all intrigued by the concepts I mentioned, I will gladly explain them."

Any chance that presented itself for her to talk about the concepts she cared about would never be turned down, but there was a unique possibility before her that she couldn't help favoring. Just this once.

"However, I will just as readily discuss any subject of your choosing. What do you typically enjoy talking about? Your earlier quantifier was 'many' - is there a topic you immerse yourself in? Or is there something else on your mind?" She subtly moved closer as she spoke, and was unsubtly in their personal space bubble again by her last question.