[Hermann works very hard not to smile as he reads the short letter during an idle moment in the lab. Inevitably, he looks across the room to his lab partner and checks the time.]
We'll take lunch in an hour and a half, then. Should give us both time to reach a stopping point.
[He wraps up his own project within an hour and spends the other half tinkering with the small scale Jaeger-- Gipsy Danger, he's found her name is. Remarkable. A future model perhaps?
They go to lunch, and Hermann veers them away from the cafe around the corner to a deli a little further down the road where he seamlessly combines their orders amid a discussion about the utter ludicrousness of aliens having ever been of Mars.
It's a nice lunch, if not peppered with disagreements, but thankfully none of them get out of hand and they rejoin in the lab without incident. Not bad for a first date of sorts really. Except he suddenly finds himself marginally more anxious about the evening to come. Newton's side of the letters are rather incriminating and he's not sure their truce will hold.
So by the end of the workday he's feeling fairly frazzled and rechecks all his work before allowing himself to go home. The ride back and up the elevator has surely never been so nerve-wracking previously. He even fumbles a bit with his keys of all things, and the wonderful comfort of being 'home' fails to soothe his nerves.
Hermann retrieves the documents from his room and settles on the couch, attempting not to fidget while Newton locates his half of the conversation.
Action; April 1st
We'll take lunch in an hour and a half, then. Should give us both time to reach a stopping point.
[He wraps up his own project within an hour and spends the other half tinkering with the small scale Jaeger-- Gipsy Danger, he's found her name is. Remarkable. A future model perhaps?
They go to lunch, and Hermann veers them away from the cafe around the corner to a deli a little further down the road where he seamlessly combines their orders amid a discussion about the utter ludicrousness of aliens having ever been of Mars.
It's a nice lunch, if not peppered with disagreements, but thankfully none of them get out of hand and they rejoin in the lab without incident. Not bad for a first date of sorts really. Except he suddenly finds himself marginally more anxious about the evening to come. Newton's side of the letters are rather incriminating and he's not sure their truce will hold.
So by the end of the workday he's feeling fairly frazzled and rechecks all his work before allowing himself to go home. The ride back and up the elevator has surely never been so nerve-wracking previously. He even fumbles a bit with his keys of all things, and the wonderful comfort of being 'home' fails to soothe his nerves.
Hermann retrieves the documents from his room and settles on the couch, attempting not to fidget while Newton locates his half of the conversation.
He's entirely forgotten about dinner.]