Nova’s eyes narrowed at the look that this guy gave her. She could hardly be blamed for not being able to identify a yellow, liquid chemical within seconds of getting it, and his explanation was condescending as all hell. She resisted the urge to grind her teeth. Especially not when he asked her what could be made from it. If he wanted to treat her like an idiot, well, she’d just have to prove him wrong.
“Nitroglycerin and trinitrotoluene, which some people,” like Ingrid, who probably couldn't pronounce trinitrotoluene despite the fact that it was one of her favourite things to make, “know better as TNT,” Nova asked, and if she sounded a little condescending, well, this guy deserved it. “But it can also be used in fertilizer, metallurgy, and it can be used to reprocess nuclear fuel.” Take that.