Simon nods and leaves the room, figuring he'll let Skip tell him when she's ready to go. He knows he's on thin ice with her right now. He doesn't quite understand why she's annoyed with him, but he knows better than to ask.

So he waits, busying himself by looking at a data set sent along by one of his classmates. School seemed to take a distant second in his life right now, but he was nearly done with it and it was probably best to make as good and end as he possibly could.

He was quite engrossed in a chart about stem cell growth when Skip reemerged.

"Ready to go...?"