<strong>Your characters name:</strong>Rhona Gale<br/><strong>Day of the week:</strong>May 21st, 2050<br/><strong>Current Location:</strong>Conference Room<br/><br/>Rhona excepted the offered forms, scanning them briefly before offering a nod of approval and tucking them in among her documents. Before she could thank him a most unanticipated question reached her ears. It was the most direct indirect question she had ever heard. In her limited trial  experience, it usually took at least a couple moments of chatter before a volunteer would broach the topic of her role in the experiments. She smiled bemusedly, unsure whether or not to take the query as a compliment. It was unusual to see the researcher donning a grin, but these were atypical circumstances, with even even more surprising volunteers. That was it - it was the<em>surprise</em>that had brought the smile. She had developed such a stranglehold of control on her life that nothing was new. Mr. McTigue was easily the first unpredictable anomaly to enter her life in two years, and it seemed the only way her body could managed the sensation of "new" was to smile.<br/><br/>"Any participation on my part in the trials will largely be up to my discretion." She made an attempt to restrain her grin, brows raising lightly. She found herself increasingly charmed with the colour in his cheeks. The smile made its comeback. "I will, for certain, be taking certain measurements and readings. Has the monitoring band been explained to you?" She asked. "Regardless, we'll be relocating to our room soon, and I will be able to fill you in further."