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[originallutece]

Rosalind Lutece

Doctor of physics, professor at Recollé University.

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[erythristic]

Fingerprints. The chemical search may ruin them.

[she beckons to Rosalind to follow her, leading her down the hallway into the morgue proper, and shutting the doors behind them. once that's taken care of, she goes to put on gloves before she looks for the proper cold storage container.]

You'll want to stand back once I actually start...I'll get you a mask as well. Lifting prints from bodies requires some fumes.

[but she finds the box, taking it out and opening the top. that certainly is an arm there, muscular and intact saved for the mild burns and the section at the top.]

[originallutece]

Good god . . .

[Rosalind knows better than to touch, but still her fingers curl at her sides, because that's absolutely her first impulse. It's a stomach-churning sight, true, but it's also a fascinating one. Why this? Why on earth would Retrospec send someone something so horrific?]

I'm a bit shocked it's not a gory sight. I would have expected more blood.

[erythristic]

I as well, but this was the condition it appeared in. Like someone washed it beforehand, odd as that sounds.

[turning to another cabinet, she pulls down a box of disposable masks, taking out two and giving one to Rosalind. so they don't cough when she opens the fuming chamber later.

taking the arm, she moves it to the device, busying herself with setting things up.]

It's fascinating, how cyanoacrylate offers itself to investigation - usually I'm using this for items only, but under the right circumstances, it applies to flesh as well...

[placing everything together, she closes the door and hits the right buttons to vacuum seal the chamber.]

[originallutece]

I admit, I'd never much thought about its use that way.

[But she sure is now. Rosalind takes a step forward, eyes eagerly darting up and down the arm. This is all wonderfully new to her, and she doesn't want to miss a moment.]

Though now that you say it . . . I'm surprised more murder victim autopsies don't require them.

[erythristic]

That requires having a fuming chamber big enough to fit a body in, and the prints in decent condition. Oftentimes, bodies are found in circumstances where any prints wouldn't be viable. But in the rare chance the stars line up, you get something like this.

[slowly the machine cycles to life, humidifying and filling the air with what they need, the hints of white beginning to appear on the arm as the machine hums away.]

Do you know how rare this is? In Recolle? People don't get murdered here. Or have their body parts turn up like this. It's so safe as to almost be boring.

[...should she look excited to have a severed arm...she does....]

[originallutece]

Poor Grell.

[Is she smiling behind the mask? Is that a teasing joke? Stars above, it is, but it doesn't last long, because she adds:]

Have you always lived here, or was there another, more murderous city in your past?

[erythristic]

I moved here a little over two and a half years ago. Not exactly every day you find an open position in my field - I was glad to go where I was needed.

[easy, a carelessly tossed off answer. she's said this enough times to people who ask.]