"Who me?" Blaire asked playfully. "Declan hardly needs my presence to brood over something. You know him," she continued lightly, "if he isn't brooding than he isn't Declan." Blaire let out another soft laugh and smiled at Victoria. Blaire was now following her, assuming that Victoria was going to cafeteria. Despite being in Declan's cozy living area where he usually cooked for himself, he had not been hospitable enough to cook Blaire breakfast. Noticing a wince, Blaire looked Victoria over carefully. A Hangover. Victoria had hidden it well enough until then, Blaire was even a little impressed. "Here," she said while digging into her jacket pocket. Soon she revealed a couple of Aspirins and handed them to Victoria. "Ma taught me well," she remarked with another smile. "Next time though," she said in a playful voice, "take me with you." Blaire wasn't entirely sure if Victoria was the type of woman to go out and drink or if she preferred to wallow alone. Either way, Blaire wouldn't mind an invitation.
Suddenly, she remembered that Dr. Mason would be returning today. Or perhaps he already had. "Do you know when Dr. Mason is supposed to be in?" Blaire inquired gracefully. "I have a couple of theories I wanted to discuss with him." Adrian was a hard cookie to crumble, but Blaire was determined to get something out of him. Even after a good year and a half Blaire still ain't sure if Dr. Mason had even the slightest bit fondness for her. Most people found Adrian Mason to be off-putting and rude, but his major lack in social skills was something Blaire found to be out right charming about the man. However, with the task at hand, she didn't need him to like her, she just need him to trust her.
Blaire arrived at the cafeteria in leisure and the hall was nearly empty. Perhaps it was still too early for many of the scientists to get out of bed on what she knew as the day of rest. Miss Harmer got her usual: two subside up eggs, a piece of toast, a slice of bacon, and a small bowl of cereal with dried cranberries in it. Not being ever present to whatever Victoria might or might not have been saying to her, Blaire sat down at a little table in the middle of the hall and began to eat.