[ the alto voice comes from behind, and whether her target realizes what's happening or not, jane doesn't seem to care. she also seems unfazed by the fact that she is in the fountain-- well, was in the fountain. the sound of splashing water drowns her exclamations as she wades out and toward her quarry. her voice notches up an octave when she tries again: ]
Excuse me! Stop! You're interfering with my readings!
[ you know, the ones she's decided to take right in the middle of a very trafficked area of wonderland. sheesh, dude. ]
ain't that too many pups in one place?
[ if the piles of puppies aren't enough to block your way, there is a woman sitting among them in the entrance hall with equipment surrounding her (and also puppies) including but not limited to various pieces of glass, a pile of prisms, and what just looks like random pieces of cardboard and screens scattered on the floor. ]
Hi-- can you please grab that grey one? No, the other-- the darker grey, yes! And just-- just move him off my main prism there?
[ and as frustrated as she sounds, jane seems to be rather calm and gentle as she picks up and replaces puppies to make her way back to her equipment, a small book tucked under her arm. when she finally gets to the middle, she takes a moment to regard the only other talking being here. ]
Actually, can you stay? I need someone to keep them away from my set up.
jane foster | thor