Daeson watched all this with concern. He opened his mouth several times to disagree with her-- that he'd been trained to know these things, and she had not. He had grown up learning these things, and she had to learn them now. He wanted to tell her that she was very intelligent, and she would understand it when she was in the right capacity of mind to do so But she kept speaking, and he never had the bravery to interrupt her and tell her that she was wrong.<br/><br/>He sighed and ran massaged his brow as she was called away. "Wonderful... Now I've gotten her in trouble." He worked slowly, and as silently as he could, trying to hear what was being said. He didn't hear much, but when she came back in, and her uncle followed, he heard what was said then. A small pit of anger formed in his stomach, and he wanted to shout. This is science! This is not about reputation or standing! This is about the FACTS! Science, he thought, should be a realm where race and gender did not matter. Yet, they were in this position. Her watched how her anger mirrored his as she melted all of that metal in frustration.<br/><br/>For the rest of the day, in fear of getting her into trouble again, he did not speak to her. He quietly worked, occasionally looking up at her. An idea struck him. If their association would cause problems, then there were more subtle ways to deal with the problem. Like school children-- and he nearly chuckled at the thought-- they could pass notes, reasonably unnoticed. After all, they could be writing anything. And if it just so happened to be placed down on the other person's work space... well, oops. It was unlikely they'd be caught.<br/><br/>That night, Daeson went home, mind buzzing with ideas. He sat down at the desk in his small room of the Azurian ship, and started writing. He was relaying what he would have explained to Clarise in a more funny and engaging way through words. This, he hoped, would be much less dull than the manual she was reading, and far more comprehensive. The student always enjoyed the engaging teacher more than the textbook teacher. He edited the document, then printed it, signing his name on the bottom.<br/><br/>The next day when he came in, he left the small package of paper in her work area, quietly going to work on his own things.