Post by maddy on Jan 28, 2007 6:34:51 GMT -5
"Shit." Both the soft curse and the irritated frown showed Madelyne's displeasure, and she hit the button on her answering machine to listen to the message for a second time. The guy's accent was so thick that she was convincing herself she'd heard wrong - but that was probably just wishful thinking.
"Ms. Pryor," she hated being a Ms. She much preferred 'miss' even though it brought to mind women much younger than she, "it's David Smith from Dr. McTaggert's lab with a quick call to let you know that there's been a problem with the samples you had couriered to us. Apparently they had a problem with their refridgeration," and wasn't that a lovely word rolling off his tongue?
"Unfortunately, we're going to have to ask you to send us a fresh sample; if you'd prefer a hair sample this time, we certainly won't have the same problem. A kit with instructions is in the mail. If you need to contact us, please don't hesitate, the number is," she scribbled it down on the back of a business card and listened as he thanked her and the machine beeped.
It was... an irritation. A setback, which she could deal with, although she'd have much preferred to have a solid answer sooner than she was going to now. Of course, she could always have tried some other avenue... And perhaps she should try to find out if there was any fingerprint records for the late Jean Grey anywhere, just to have some confirmation to offer while they waited on the DNA analysis for a second time.
But Madelyne didn't like setbacks. She was irritated enough that she didn't even feel the card in her hand turn to dust. When she realised, the telekinetic squeaked - she couldn't afford to lose control of herself over something small like this.
But she couldn't help but feel that it was only going to make things worse in the long run.
"Ms. Pryor," she hated being a Ms. She much preferred 'miss' even though it brought to mind women much younger than she, "it's David Smith from Dr. McTaggert's lab with a quick call to let you know that there's been a problem with the samples you had couriered to us. Apparently they had a problem with their refridgeration," and wasn't that a lovely word rolling off his tongue?
"Unfortunately, we're going to have to ask you to send us a fresh sample; if you'd prefer a hair sample this time, we certainly won't have the same problem. A kit with instructions is in the mail. If you need to contact us, please don't hesitate, the number is," she scribbled it down on the back of a business card and listened as he thanked her and the machine beeped.
It was... an irritation. A setback, which she could deal with, although she'd have much preferred to have a solid answer sooner than she was going to now. Of course, she could always have tried some other avenue... And perhaps she should try to find out if there was any fingerprint records for the late Jean Grey anywhere, just to have some confirmation to offer while they waited on the DNA analysis for a second time.
But Madelyne didn't like setbacks. She was irritated enough that she didn't even feel the card in her hand turn to dust. When she realised, the telekinetic squeaked - she couldn't afford to lose control of herself over something small like this.
But she couldn't help but feel that it was only going to make things worse in the long run.