Emma's New York / Abandoned Lower Level Under the 42nd Street Station / Friday

[icecoldfrost]

"...and we'll be checking for Lichtenberg figures, too," Hank was saying. "Especially at the contact points where you were electrocuted." He cocked his head to study Jack. "I must say, you don't smell particularly singed at the moment. Electrocution can be tricky, how are you feeling?"

Emma sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose from her perch on one of the counters in Hank's lab space. It was greatly upgraded from the last time Jack had been down there, with bright lights, clean and painted walls, and newer equipment. Hank himself was greatly improved as well, the large man seeming more focused than usual as he moved about his lab, making notes on a chart with Jack's name at the top.

"Hank, should I be worried that somehow you already have a chart for my boyfriend? We've talked about the 'no testing on Emma's friends' lately, right?"

Hank just grinned, giving his partner-in-crime a noogie as he walked past her. "Stop fussing, Emma. It's from when he first came down here to transform. I documented the process, so he'd have something to compare against later. Don't worry, it's not like I kept any DNA."

He turned his large yellow eyes back to Jack. "...are we sure I can't keep any DNA from you?"

HANK, NO.

[OOC: For that werewolf boy.]

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[bitten_notshy]

Jack couldn't completely hide his pride at being considered good for someone. Not that he didn't know it, but it was always nice to hear.

"It's a hard place sometimes," he said. "But knowing other people who have gone through some of the same things -- it's hard to say how much that can mean for us. Especially for people like Emma, where home's less than tolerant."

[icecoldfrost]

"She won't let me make Winston into a sample," Hank complained. "I know, I know, too suspicious, but it would be great Science to examine his DNA and note the divergences."

Beat.

"And appropriate. But Emma says 'no' and she's the Princess...although that doesn't mean I can't scare the wind out of his sails if he steps one foot in New York."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack nodded his approval. "Let me know if you ever need help with that. Though I was leaning toward causing a tragic accident, myself."