*goes about setting up his lab table and getting out the necessary supplies (phloxine, KOH, slides and coverslips, razors and tweezers), occasionally glancing at his computer screen as he works*
*spots the notification blurb just as he's snapping one of his gloves into place* *pops the message open and reads, smiling (with no small amount of relief) at the contents*
*quickly taps out a reply* Two words: retrosynth jingle. His facial expressions alone were worth that lecture series. *glances at the clock* I'm at the lab right now, but do you want to meet for coffee later on? I'll have an interpreter with me. *carefully doesn't mention that this time it will be an interpreter that he trusts*