"Aww you got the flu? I'm sorry. That stinks." Glory looked up at him sympathetically before she got to work. She'd gotten the flu last year and it had made her want to die. She was grateful that her sister had been healthy enough to make her chicken soup, and she had made sure to return the favor when George inevitably contracted the dreaded virus. Being sick in the Bennett household was nothing short of a nightmare, so she was glad that she'd managed to avoid the flu this year. Still, her avoidance made her even more sympathetic to those who'd contracted it. If she'd known, she would've brought Gio chicken soup herself. Although... she probably wouldn't have needed to anyway, given how close the Spinellis seemed to be. Glory really envied that.
Although she did manage to return that first smile, Glory quickly became absorbed in her work, entering an almost zen-like state of concentration as she carefully cut away the shark's skin. The insides of the shark were so... beautiful. It was incredible to see the way everything worked together so perfectly, like the levers and gears of a well-oiled machine. Glory's grasp on the whole process was completely instinctive: as soon as she'd pinned down the skin, it was obvious which systems worked together and what they did. She was so caught up in the bombardment of new knowledge that she didn't even stop to consider why she suddenly knew all this. For Glory, it as natural as breathing, and she was little surprised when Gio praised her aptitude.
"Oh I... thanks." She smiled, a little unsure of how to take this compliment. She really had done a pretty good job, hadn't she? "It wasn't completely perfect, though. I nicked some of the dorsal fin on the way in, I think." She tore her gaze away from the shark and lifted her chin to look at Gio. "You've done this before?" she asked. "Did you dissect sharks last year, too?"