[The teen almost bounced while she made her way to the table, grabbing the goggles and strapping them on. A bit tight for her taste, but not intolerable. She tugged on the coat next. It was a little big for her arms.]
So! What Am I lookin’ at, Mom?
[She asked, looking at the beakers lined before her.]
“Lots of chemicals, dear. That one’s supposed to mix with the one I’m holding right now, but it’s hard enough to get a reaction from it….”