"You'd be surprised what ol' Jolly Jonah'd do to save a buck, but no and no to both of those," I reply, starting ease up a bit. I wouldn't've thought talk of home would make me less homesick, but there's something strangely mindless about comparing home universes at this point. It's old hat. Like some strange version of talking about the weather.

"I'm a scientist. Photography was always a means to an end. I was working for Stark Industries before I got pulled here, and I've kinda kept up the scientist thing. The Operating Room's my baby."