"Hal Emmerich mostly from Massachusetts, it's a pleasure. Angela Ziegler mostly from Zurich."
She turns over that hand that had just covered his, offering it to shake, smile lifting one corner more than the other with her fondness. She hasn't quite had a proper grasp of his skillset yet, but she knows an intelligent person when she meets them, and she's just as eager to make a new friend and get to know them a little, leaving her sitting straight and attention rapt on him with that same interest. They're even of an age, not that she looks anywhere near it. Stress and time have been less kind to him, it seems, which he goes on to explain quite succinctly.
There's understanding in her eyes, and a soft hum of acknowledgement.
"I'm glad you're taking steps to resolve it, then. It isn't quite the same, but— I developed nanotechnology meant for healing, and have seen it twisted into something I hadn't intended it for on multiple occasions. I can understand the fallout from something you've created falling into the wrong hands. I'm sorry."
Weapons incorporation or flat-out weaponizing by colleagues; she gets it. Whether he had designed something to be a weapon in the first place or not, there is nothing worse than it being out of your control with no way of stopping it once it's out there. She had done everything possible to lock her tech down with patents and protective structures in her coding, but sometimes even that wouldn't be enough.
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She turns over that hand that had just covered his, offering it to shake, smile lifting one corner more than the other with her fondness. She hasn't quite had a proper grasp of his skillset yet, but she knows an intelligent person when she meets them, and she's just as eager to make a new friend and get to know them a little, leaving her sitting straight and attention rapt on him with that same interest. They're even of an age, not that she looks anywhere near it. Stress and time have been less kind to him, it seems, which he goes on to explain quite succinctly.
There's understanding in her eyes, and a soft hum of acknowledgement.
"I'm glad you're taking steps to resolve it, then. It isn't quite the same, but— I developed nanotechnology meant for healing, and have seen it twisted into something I hadn't intended it for on multiple occasions. I can understand the fallout from something you've created falling into the wrong hands. I'm sorry."
Weapons incorporation or flat-out weaponizing by colleagues; she gets it. Whether he had designed something to be a weapon in the first place or not, there is nothing worse than it being out of your control with no way of stopping it once it's out there. She had done everything possible to lock her tech down with patents and protective structures in her coding, but sometimes even that wouldn't be enough.