For a moment, he let it sink in this minor revelation. Moreau hadn't known this. Essex did, but that was a story for another hour. The old man looked at her with a bit of concern, but it was easy enough to see the wheels turning in his head as he considered her problem.
"I take it the gloves and long sleeves are your pedestrian solution to the problem, but as such they leave a good bit to be desired." He was almost as much talking to her as he was talking to him. "Might I also consider it a given that you do not wish a complete loss of your powers, but simply an on/off switch to use a rough analogy?"
It was obvious he wanted to help her, but the question of course for him was where to begin. He already knew that the cure didn't last forever and the horrendous side effects of the stuff made it an absolutely untenable choice when considering all the young lady wanted was to have some sense of normalcy in her life.