A Cursory Examination

[Odin]

((OOC: This occurs approximately two hours after page 121 of "Typhoid's Dormitory."))

::Odin had taken a train into Salem Center, and had taken a taxi cab from the station to the mansion; time was of the essence, and he didn't have the leisure of ambling.

It was unseasonably chilly out, although he had come to expect that of autumn in New York. He wore his overcoat, hands in his pockets, as he approached the gate.::

[Typhoid]

Typhoid had been waiting for the last fifteen minutes at the gate, swathed in her coat with the hood up, the gloves that Forge had made on her hands. As it was, her face would occasionally flicker, turning into the transparent green form that mimicked Mary before turning back again. She saw Odin approach, recognized his heartbeat, and unlocked the gate.

[Odin]

::Odin stepped inside the gate when it parted and came to a halt, taking in the coat, the other technology, and the flare of her powers. This *was* a bad one.:: "I can see why you called."

[Typhoid]

"The prospect of either taking a living host or dissolving was incentive," she admitted with gallows humor. "Did you want to go inside?"

[Odin]

"If you want," ::Odin replied. He was rather ambivalent to going inside the mansion right now, where there were other people who might disturb them.:: "We're free of distractions out here."

[Typhoid]

"I'm comfortable if you are," she replied, leaving it up to him. There were places in the Mansion where they wouldn't be disturbed, although a few of them might have required power use on her part to get them both there.

[Odin]

::Odin nodded slightly, assuming they had come to an agreement about remaining outside. He leaned against one of the columns beside the gate, faced her fully, and concentrated, reading.::

[Typhoid]

Typhoid found the scrutiny a little unnerving, but since she knew why he was doing it, it wasn't as strange as it might have been. She waited as calmly as she could, knowing she was still switching between forms even though she couldn't feel it.

[Odin]

::After several moments, Odin reached up to remove his glasses, and he rubbed his eyes. He released a breath through his nose, and murmured,:: "Delicate work."

[Typhoid]

Typhoid heard the murmur, and didn't know what other question to ask besides: "That bad?"

[Odin]

::Odin finished rubbing his eyes, and he set the glasses back on the bridge of his nose. His eyes met hers, rather than looking through her.:: "It's not 'bad;' it's complex. It's remediable, but not right now."

[Typhoid]

"It would take to long?" she asked, guessing the reason for herself.

[Odin]

::How it pained Odin to have to confess to imperfection, but he was out of sorts right now. He exhaled through his nose, inhaled and then exhaled again.:: "A combination of that, the fact that it will take concentration I can't promise at the moment, and that I would want to be here afterward to check on you."

::He took another breath, his expression thoughtful. Unfortunately, none of the options before them were particularly palatable, but they would have to choose the least of evils, although he inwardly blanched at the thought.:: "You have two options as far as I can see. You can rely on that technology and wait for me to get back."

[Typhoid]

That option depended on several factors, but there was one all important one to Typhoid. "Do you know how long that will be?" She wasn't going to ask his business, but if he had a timeline...

[Odin]

"No," ::Odin admitted. His timeline depended on several independent factors, including whether or not the door would be slammed in his face upon his arrival.:: "A few weeks, I'd estimate."