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The lab worker suddenly stopped bending over her microscope, straightened her shoulders, and clasped one hand over her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose in a telltale sign of frustration. "What am I doing?" she muttered, perhaps with a choice word mumbled in there somewhere, it wasn't very clear. The lab worker heaved a sigh, trying to take a moment to herself, but obviously too aggravated to center herself.
I'm sorry," she said, turning back to the receipt and grabbing hold of the bush again. "I'm not thinking terribly clear." Perhaps it wasn't just the state of her lab, but that was certainly the icing on the cake of stressful thoughts currently sitting in her mind.
Elinor flipped the receipt over, dusted the back of it, then applied two more of the sticky strips to fingerprints appearing in the middle. Clear, complete fingerprints. "Looks like a middle and a ring finger," she said as she applied the other side of the strips so that the clear fingerprints left could not be destroyed or tampered.
Elinor took out a blank manilla folder from the filing cabinet in the corner and a pen, looking briefly at her guests. "Can I have your names again? Meanwhile, she scribbled in the date and the... "Case number-- I didn't ask for a case number?" Elinor covered her face again and sighed before returning her hand to the paper, prepared to write whatever was supplied for her on the blank form inside the folder.
She could not wait for this day to be over. Or this month. Or whatever span of time it would take. It seemed she was long overdue for a vacation. But she didn't even have the time to think about it, so... there you have it.
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