<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/CorinneLorimer.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Corinne Lorimer (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1945676)<br/><strong>Location: </strong><em>The Charlotte</em>'s deck, headed below.<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Blue Silk Bathrobe<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Secure the science!<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Zoe<br/><hr/><br/>As Corinne finally alighted on the ship's deck, she suddenly froze. She had thought numbers would shelter her from her fear, but evidently she was wrong. Engulfed in the mists once more, she felt her heart race and her breath quicken as that old terror fell upon her once more. Did the mists reach out to coil about her limbs? Where those fingers running up her spine, or merely a chill personified by a panicking brain?<br/><br/>It was Zoe, and her charmingly earnest inquiry that finally brought Corinne back to reality. She was about to suggest bottling a new sample, when the order to head below decks was received. Inwardly, Corinne cursed her cowardly nature, having missed the opportunity to collect a proper sample. Which left Zoe's attempt. It might not be a perfect sample, but hopefully it would provide<em>something</em>worth studying.<br/><br/>"Well done, Zoe," Corinne said. "Quickly, but carefully, let us stopper it."<br/><br/>She fumbled for a moment, having too many flasks, and not enough hands. Thinking quickly—perhaps too quickly—she placed the two flasks between her legs, gripping them between her thighs, so she might uncork one of them. Corinne was quite willing to place scientific necessity ahead of modesty in this case, and if Zoe got an eyeful of her bare legs... perhaps Corinne didn't mind that either.<br/><br/>Taking the freed stopper, she cupped her hands around Zoe's, gripping the neck of the bottle together. She shared a brief glance with the girl, finding the precise moment to slide Zoe's hand away and fill the opening with the cork, as best she could.<br/><br/>"Lovely," Corinne said, with a smile, retrieving the flasks from between her legs. "Zoe, perhaps you would accompany me to my quarters while we wait out the storm? Seeing as you retrieved the sample, perhaps you would be my lab assistant, and aid me in the analysis?"<br/><br/>In truth Corinne doubted she could do any research while being tossed about on the seas, but the mists had unnerved her more than she anticipated, and she no longer felt comfortable being alone.