Impossible.  That was the word that threatened to spring from her lips.  She would not give him the satisfaction of hearing her say it, of course.  What he had created was beyond impressive.  It was the creation of a genius and a man totally independent of the society that birthed him, wholly separated from human morality and decency.  London was a being truly unburdened by the notions of his fellow man.  As horrible a thing as he was, Tabetha respected him on a level that only someone who understood him could.  And he knew it.  That was the reason she had been called here.  More than anyone else in the room, she could look upon those vials and feel the same sense of gravity that he had no doubt felt upon perfecting the formula in the first place.<br/><br/>She glanced down at Isis and arched a brow at her.  Her hands never left her back.  A woman was still a woman, no matter what her mind was telling her now.  However, she wasn't about to just let an opportunity to participate slide by without taking advantage of it.  London had said the mind remained malleable for up to five minutes after imbibing the serum.  Which meant there was still some experimentation to be had.<br/><br/>Tabetha leaned down and took Isis by the chin after ensuring her tongue was firmly back inside her mouth.  Staring the transfixed woman in the eyes, she said plainly and slowly; "My dear, what are you doing there on the floor?  You are clearly a person, not a dog!  You should be far less worried about getting pats on the head, and concentrate on the fact that your clothes are clearly on fire!"