She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small pair of nose plugs. They were hardly noticeable unless you were looking for them but she still made... an expression of distaste as she inserted them into her nostrils. She pulled open the door and walked in assuming a brisk professional air. The woman sitting at the table inside looked at her with frightened eyes but didn't say anything."Hello, Elizabeth, I'm Special Agent Nikki Crawford." Nikki considered offering her hand but decided against. She was reminded of accounts that she had read of the Venetian Arsenale during times of war. She could easily imagine Barricelli as a 16 th century Venetian admiral marshalling his troops and steering his galley into war against the Barbary corsairs. Now, amongst the general chorus of chatter, she heard several reverent mentions of Il Professore and smiled; Barricelli certainly knew how to motivate people but there was more to it than that. His students felt a deep, abiding love and respect for. The league championship games were next Sunday. We talked sports as I stood and sat at least five more times the last two of which I was fine across the board. He had me take four steps, the limit of my IV and catheter, and I was fine until I turned to get back in bed and got a bit dizzy. He helped me back in bed and told me I did much better than expected and gave credit to my excellent physical condition before my wounding. I spent a lot of time in the gym and running, I did not have a social. Without being asked she displayed her card again. He examined it before plugging it into another reader by his belt. A green light flashed, indicating her Emerald clearance and he returned her card with a nod.“Heading home, ma’am?” He didn't care but asked anyway.“Yes, finally. Anything happening upstairs, Private Leeds?” She glanced at his badge to confirm his name and kept her eyes from lingering on the boxy carbine slung by his side. “All quiet up here.”“Good. Carry on.” As Dr. Lazlo walked.