Dorian raised his eyebrows as he listened to her. "What an impressive job!" he said, finishing in his mind with, ...for a woman. Things certainly had changed since his day. A woman scientist was all but unheard of, although Dorian knew certain schools were opening in London dedicated to the education of women. He was all for expanding work opportunities for women. They could be such dull creatures. Perhaps with a proper profession, they would have more to talk about other than dresses and tea parties. This woman most definitely was an example of the virtues of such a situation.
Dorian only just managed to surpress a shudder when she mentioned murderers getting off scot-free. He had managed it, by the skin of his teeth. In fact, his last encounter with a scientist was when Alan Campbell disposed of Basil's corpes for him, up in the attic of his London home. Taking a deep breath, Dorian composed himself, meeting Abby's eyes. "You sound like you lead a very interesting life, Miss Sciuto."