"Excellent," Alina breathed. "You could get Mark round here if you liked. He'd probably love it!" she laughed, gesturing to the glowing lights and half-finished robotic contraption in one corner. "It gets a bit explosive sometime but that's never too big of an issue."
She turned to the blackboard and put down a new idea, "Hide under the Programmer's nose,"
"It would be funny to do that literally," Calder commented, sarcastically. He turned and gazed out of a window, accidentally knocking over a beaker of a dark fluid. Alina reached out with a gasp and grabbed it before too much could spill. Ugly burns appeared on her hand but she shrugged it off and reached for another chemical.
"Don't touch, either of you," she warned.