Teddybear

"It's what I'm here for."

"And I carry a gun, so we're set," she said somewhat playfully.

"That or a brain to receive and process information, depending on one's preferences. Regardless, the samples have neither."

"It's already been reanimated. We have a few living samples prepared, and no, to my knowledge the soul, if it had one, has moved on to wherever those sorts of ...

"Given the stated importance and nature of it, probably a few teams of people with magic on their side."

Queenie nodded and wandered about the room, taking note of entrances, blind spots, and notable features.

"On the reanimated flesh, yes."

Kivvien carefully mixed the solutions.

"So long as you're happy with it."

"I'm just surprised that you'd go for a job with a pretty strict dress code in that case."

"Here," he gestured, "hold these vials steady while I pour in the second solution. These two together will create a sort of magic-infused acid that will dissolve everything except the ...

She laughed, "Then why wouldn't you go into the clothing industry? A tailor, a stylist, something a bit more relevant."

"Yes," he gestured to a set of steps, constructed of books that were irrelevant to the current project, that led up to his workstation. "I could use a second set ...

"I have a fair amount of confidence, but there are enough unknowns to be unsure."

Amusement danced in her eyes. "You're in it for the outfits?"