Hey... Did You Know?... [OPEN]

[Krys Robin]

OOC: I'm assuming that the forensics work for a NY faction of CSI related to CT (which is also in NYC) if I am incorrect feel free to tell me and I shall modify accordingly ))

Three days. A week. A month. Four months. Krys' time at the New York branch of forensics always changed pending on what they needed. Sometimes the Bureau would ship her off from her 'home' terf and lair at Counter Terror to the FBI to Quantico, and then sometimes off to Miami, then California once or twice. At a time she had even been fielding calls from Europe in regards to a possible terrorist attack. Anything seemed small cookies to trying to understand an English british man yelling at you to hack into a system in under fifteen seconds. Everything else should have been a hop, skip, and frolic in the park. So she thought...

She had just finished up another system check for her pals at the New York CSI and so she was taking a leisurely little stroll through the dark hallways in search of the nearest vending machine. Hands shoved in pockets she looked to each side, especially when people hurried past. Occasionally she'd try and stop them, turning to follow them in pursuit like a puppy.

"Hey!" The person hurried past, but Krys was not easily deterred and another man was hurrying by and she would attempt to follow. "Hey I'm Kr-" He had now turned around the dark hallway. A woman this time and Krys was now jogging, trying to make conversation while keeping up. "Hey my name is Krys Robin. From CT here to help you out with your systems and I just wanted to say I LOVE what you've done with the place." Still running she somehow managed to keep up with the woman but they were taking a lot of turns to the point where the data analyst would eventually be lost. "I mean, really swell stuff. Linex. Firewall. Really sweet." The woman was going faster but Krys tried her best to keep up. "Hey did you know that the human head weighs fifteen pounds?!" And she was gone.

Blinking Krys stood all alone, but still called out: "YOU CAN WATCH JERRY MCGUIRE. I SWEAR IT SAYS IT! I didn't just make it up!" A few breathless heaves of the shoulders accompanied by a frown. "I swear it's true..." She called out quietly, but now, in an empty hallway no one heard her.

Alone in the quiet, dark hall she found that she was holding her breath. She did that from time to time. She loved being in large groups or all alone. One on one is where you had the problem. She had always felt so overwhelmed by her father when he came home from drinking and ignored her other three siblings and headed right for her. Tying her wrists with a belt, using a comb and pushing it against her skin until it bled. She tried not to cry, she always told herself she wouldn't, but that was too movie cliche, and she always did. She had been a little girl afterall, and the various scars on her shoulder from 'imaginative' forms of punishment still lingered. To this day she couldn't wear a bathing suit without becoming increasingly nervous.

Quiet, very quiet. Her brown eyes moved from down the hall to her converse sneaker clad feet. Black and white. Went with everything. Shifting on her toes she finally released the breath she had been holding in and with it came a soft whoosh of facts. "An inch worm is not actually an inch... Koala bears are not actually bears." Her lips pursed together and made a soft click of displeasure, with herself, not with the others. "Fingernails and hair continue to grow for several days after death." And that was that. Who was she kidding? It wasn't like anyone else cared about any of these things. Heck, even Spencer and Matt at least humored her...

Shoving her hands into her pockets she glanced down at her feet. One of the laces was untied. Bending down she moved to tie it, after completing this task her eyes caught glimpse of a pair of shoes she did not recognize, and that hadn't been there before. Staring at the shoes and not the person she tilted her head slightly. "Nice shoes." She declared aloud, rather humdrum and point blank.

[Lance Dominic]

(We have an office in NY, but we go world wide. ALL the time, so NY is really rather nothing to us. I'll suggest to Tori about putting up facts.)

Lance was a bit off time today for his shift. He was running, dashing through the streets and nearly banging into quite a number of really, really pissed off buff guys.

Which caused him to trip and fall a couple of times. Yeah, Lance was a softy. Most people found that disturbing, but Lance found being large and all a bit scary as well. He hurried through a couple of the dark hallways as he made his way over to the office.

"An inch worm is not actually an inch... Koala bears are not actually bears. Fingernails and hair continue to grow for several days after death."

Lance was a little taken aback by the voice in the hallway. Cautiously, he strode up toward the figure. And, being the rather nerdy person he is, he couldn't help but to throw out a few facts himself. "A cockroach will live nine days without it's head before it starves to death. Polar bears are left handed... Pearls melt in vinegar." he was ranting about all of this only to himself of course, but it was probably loud enough for another person to hear.

He walked on in front a little more and he noticed a girl tying her shoes. She looked at his new sneakers, the ones Quin had got for him a while ago. "Um, thanks..." he managed to say, staring down at the girl. He cocked his head to one side, wondering just what she was doing here.

[Krys Robin]

OOC: Okay was totally just going by what I read and Tori's past roleplays.))

Krys' brown eyes trailed over the shoes for a few long moments, unable to forget the ramblings that she had heard just moments before when she had kneeled down. So *this* was the source, well, the source's feet to be more exact but still, Krys was happy and wary of the situation all at once. It was either a trap or someone who was just as oddball-ish as she was. Now Krys loved competition, but traps, not so much.

Finally she tilted her head up at Lance, blinking all pleasantries were forgotten and instead, a rather blunt, but not rude: "How can Polar Bears be left handed?" Escaped her lips. It was a genuine question and she could share her reasoning for it as well. First off Polar Bears didn't have hands they had paws, and secondly what kind of situation would occur that actually required the use of pencils?

Slowly she pushed herself to her feet and one hand rested on her jean clad hip while the other clasped her messenger bag slap across her chest. Would this young man have an answer? Krys seemed quite intent on waiting for one as she the five foot three woman showed no hint of walking away.

"Did you make that up? Where did you read that?" Still nothing offensive about her request, she was just generally curious. Krys absolutely hated not knowing things, especially random facts, and if someone found a half decent one (which they all were) she wanted to read as much about it as she possibly could.

[Lance Dominic]

Lance was surprised when the girl actually sounded curious, and not annoyed, with the random facts he had sput out. "Well, for better words, polar bears are left-pawed. Just as all humans have a dominant hand, so do animals. Apparently eighty percent of dogs prefer their right paw over their left and studies on cats have concluded that approximately twenty percent preferred their right paw while fourty-one percent were found to be ambidextrous..."

Drawing in a deep breath, Lance found it quite hard to stop his rant, even though he was babbling like anything. "Polar bears make use of their dominant paw particularly when hunting. The polar bear approaches it's prey and uses it's stronger, dominant, left paw to tenderize it's prey before enjoying his meal."

He stopped this particualr babble to take in a breath. Now he managed to get a better look at the girl. She was a rather pretty girl, with brown hair and brown eyes that kind of reminded him of someone that was always somehow or other stuck in his mind. The girl in front of him was of tomboyish looks, which made her seem even more like that other person who shall not be named, Lance thought.

"W-well... some might be right handed... but all in all it is rather much proven by science as due to research on stronger muscles in their left paw, but people who don't believe it would shove it away and just call it a myth. Or nonsense." Lance let out a rather nervous chuckle, gulping and looking away. He was never really comfortable when you spoke to someone one on one, especially if that someone was a girl.

[Krys Robin]

"I never knew that." Krys frowned, not because the man was speaking to her but because she was actually disappointed that she didn't know the fact. "I didn't know any of that." Of course it was unrealistic of her to feel this way as it would be nearly impossible for her to know every fact in the world, but that didn't hault her from wishing to try. Afterall, if she didn't have her facts what good was she? Her skill enlied with facts, data, and computers. If she didn't have those, did she have any worth at all?

Let down by, in her own opinion, her failure she looked down at her converse clad feet with a bit of a frown, studying the black and white footwear against the tiles. This hault was shortlived however, for Krys was not one to be down and out for long (especially when in company when she took it upon herself to make people happy, even complete strangers), and within seconds she was looking back up at Lance rather brightly. "Did you know that koala bears aren't really bears?" Ha! Beat that you... Whoever you are.

A little smile rested on the right corner of her lips as she crossed her arms right over her chest. She wasn't trying to be a challenging or competitive sort, but it wasn't often she ran into someone who could keep up with the quick exchange of facts, let alone come up with ones that she didn't know. However, the man gave a nervous chuckle and no adequate response so Krys could only raise her brow in skepticism.

"You're not a very outgoing sort, are you?" She questioned rather bluntly, like a child might. Krys was socially awkward, just like any other squint around the world, and her social skills weren't exactly the 'norm'. Then again, when was Krys ever normal? Those sort of moments were always rare. She never meant any ill will by anything she did so in that sense she was innocent. Too bad some day that would catch up with her in ways she couldn't possibly handle.

Awkwardly, she glanced over her shoulder as though a conversation topic was hiding there. Looking back to Lance she tilted her head. "Do you work here?"

[Lance Dominic]

Lance smiled, a bit surprised at this girl's confidence while talking. He himself had envied others with it, like his buddies, and now this girl before him. "Ah yes, a koala. A marsupial, to be exact. Living on average about seventeen years, but if lived undisturbed will live an even longer life expectancy. Closest cousin to a wombat, eating only eucalyptus leaves."

He gulped again as she asked about his personality. It was true, Lance had never really been much of a talker. He never felt the urge to suddenly chat endlessly about someone, but with someone who actually found facts interesting was different, like his two teammates. Maybe that was why they got along so well.

"Yeah I've never really been... outgoing." he stated, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. He glanced at his watch. He was honestly really late now. There was supposed to be a technical analyst who would do a system check with they're department. Was it today? Lance didn't really know.

"Um, ya. I work here," he grinned, looking back at the brunette. "Forensic linguist, Lance Dominic." The knapsack over his left shoulder consisted of his dictionaries and stuff, which made it kinda heavy. He switched the strap over to his other shoulder, a quick, rather unnoticeable trick he learnt.

[Krys Robin]

OOC: I am so sorry that I've been slow! I'm actually in the midst of a show run right now so after I feel so swamped and exhausted that sometimes my brain doesn't wish to work in the capacity that is needed for this kind of thread with Krys. But I am checking in now to do so! I promise that I am not usually like this. I swear!))

Well, he was smiling. This was most certainly a start, at least by Krys' vocabulary. Sure he was quiet but a smile spoke volumes and he certainly wasn't obligated to force one for her, especially since they didn't even know one another. No, to the contrary, this was just a rather mundane passing in the hallway, and yet, smiling he was. Krys was no profiler, she preferred the company of computers than deducting based on social mannerisms, but she knew that much at least.

"Marsupial, right." Color her impressed. He not only encouraged her facts but he also seemed to wish to keep the game ongoing, much like a certain Spencer Reid would. Once again it was appreciated and Krys was smiling rather goofily (then again, with her exterior just about everything she did was silly). "Did you know a tomato is actually a fruit? Not a vegetable? Yet in elementary schools they continue teaching the opposite because of the generation gaps. It'll never get fixed!" Silly her, thinking that this young man would be interested. But given the currently collected data, a part of her made that deduction.

Catching his awkward body language she was immediately reminded of her own. Though she lacked most common sense, she was able to pick up on his shifting of movements. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that, make you feel weird. I do that sometimes. Talk without thinking." She gave an apologetic shrug and an even more uncomfortable expression. She was trying. "I kind of can't really control it which is probably why they tend to keep me in the lab all day." Of course this wasn't true. She was in the lab because that's what she was damn good at, but being cut off from society for so many hours in a row in the dark confines of her lab sometimes messed with a person's brain.

"Krys. Krys Robin." Krys mirrored Lance's movement with his backpack with her own messenger bag, adjusting the strap as well as she reached to shake his hand. She was okay with what she called 'business' touches. Personal sometimes caught her off guard, with her abusive past and all. Business she could handle. "I'm supposed to do some system checks for you guys today." Glancing over her shoulder she sighed. "Well, somewhere in this building."

[Lance Dominic]

(Don't worry about it. =D Things happen to everyone.)

Lance nodded at the brunette's reply about tomatoes. The topic might've seemed odd to any other person who were to pass by, but Lance felt that this was rather okay. After all, he was used to talking about topics like this. Or even worse ones, at times. "I guess that's why I was home-schooled in my earlier years..."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that, make you feel weird. I do that sometimes. Talk without thinking."

"What? Oh no that's completely fine. I like talking about things other people, um... seem to hate," Lance informed her, impressed that someone like her would've been interested in the same things someone like him found fascinating.

Just to show her exactly what he meant about talking, Lance began another stupid rant. "Did you know a raisin dropped in a glass of fresh champagne will bounce up and down continuously from the bottom of the glass to the top?" Lance said, clicking his tongue.

"This is so because champagne has CO2, which will form bubbles whenever possible. The raisin provides nucleation sites which allow bubbles to form on them and the total density of raisin and bubbles becomes less than that of the liquid causing it to rise. The bubbles burst and the raisin falls, like that." He snapped his fingers when he said 'that', suddenly losing himself as he thought that Krys would be interested in his ramble.

"Krys then," Lance said, shaking Krys's hand as she had introduced herself. "So you're the techie, huh? Alright. Come on," he pointed in the direction of the Block G building, where his section was located. "I'm a bit off time as well..." he told her, nodding his head towards the box of a building.

[Krys Robin]

At Lance's recited fact Krys' eyes widened. "No way!" Usually she would have been jealous or even a tad mope-ish that someone had known a fact that she somehow did not (though really it was unrealistic to think such things). But this fact was far too amazing to be upset over not knowing it! A bouncing raisin! What could possibly be cooler? Of course the answer was absolutely nothing and already the data analyst was concocting a scheme in her head of how the two of them could get their hands on the materials needed for this experiment with such limited time.

"I'm going to need to check that out." She informed the young man, though it was quite obvious by the excited glint in her eyes that it was exactly what she was going to do. As Lance pointed her smile faded and she followed his extended finger with her eyes and head. "You work over there?.. Where I'm headed?" Her eyes moved back onto Lance.

"Well imagine that." Her hands moved to her hips and she gave a bit of a laugh. "No wonder you spoke to me. You're a squint too." Matt always called Krys a squint, along with Tori and a few others. Most took offense to it but Krys rather liked the phrase. It was short, sweet, and to the point. Also it was one syllable. Didn't waste time by saying two or three more professional sounding titles.

"Since we're heading in the same direction, want to come with me?" She asked rather bluntly, as was her style, but it was a genuine offer. There was no ulterior motive, she just wanted company. Also this young man appreciated odd facts, something she was rich in. Besides, he was the only person to speak to her while other employees blatantly ignored her. Surely this would be an individual to befriend and hold onto.

[Lance Dominic]

Lance managed an unbelieving smile at Krys's reaction to his raisin ramble. She seemed more interested in things like these than a whole bunch of other people. Just like his two idiotic teammates who were hanging at the end of facts. Just like him too.

He chuckled when the analyst told him she wanted to try the raisin thing out. It probably wont be too hard to do. A really new bottle of champagne and a raisin. Simple enough, wasn't it? Lance nodded while cocking is head a little to the left as his approval. "Nothing that has been produced more than a week ago will work though," he informed her. The carbon dioxide in the freshly made champagne is of higher capacity, therefore making the trick much more successful...

Nodding vigorously, Lance replied a yeas to her inquiry of where he worked. He listened to her for a moment. The linguist was surprised at the word 'squint'. It sounded fun to say, and it was easy to say as well. "Squint..." he muttered, trying the word out and looking a little dumb as he did so.

The forensic smiled at her blatantly asked next question. "Uh, sure I guess," he said, readjusting his bag and turning towards the location of the building. "It's not that far." He waved his hand in a gesturing motion, walking on in the direction of the rather large building that looked like a big glass box.

[Krys Robin]

In catching Lance's expression by the usage of the term 'squint' Krys momentarily brightened, obviously excited about somehow getting onto one of her favorite topics: Her team. "Neat little diddy, huh?" She asked rhetorically with a little smile because she already felt that she knew the answer. Either way she was eager to share what she knew, and even happier to know (or at least assume) that this Lance fellow cared.

"One of my superiors Agent Grimaldi says it all of the time. It apparently refers to a lab technician or data specialist.. Someone who's located in the lab. If I had to guess I'd say it infers about how we look at computer screens or telescopes for evidence and tend to squint." This was Krys' deduction and in all honesty, probably wasn't all that far off. "Like this." And no sooner than she had uttered those words she squinted her eyes really tight so it was more of an exagaration of what she was referring to, but for sake of example hopefully it would be deemed acceptable.

Soon they were on their way toward the building and Krys clutched the strap of her own messenger bag as she walked. Her brown eyes studied the large glass box as she strode toward it with converse clad feet, brow partially raised. "It looks like a giant fishbowl." She deducted aloud, her mouth slightly parted apparently the analyst had no use for inner monologue.

Turning her eyes to Lance she nodded toward the building. "You work in there?" Her eyes slowly trailed back to the building, and with a murmur: "I hope they at least feed you every once in a while."

[Lance Dominic]

The linguist chuckled. He hadn't known the word 'diddy' either, even though he spoke more than fifty languages rather fluently. He liked these words. They were somewhat in English, and yet they were simple to say and wasted no time. But then a again, a few words were fun to say when you could confuse someone.

Lance laughed at Krys's explanation for the definition of the word 'squint'. "That agent sounds fun to interact with." The boy smiled, as they walked on. "My team hasn't got much of an explanation or purpose to talk about. Except that we're all different from each other." Thinking about it, he added, "and our office relationships. And that newbie."

He stopped himself from ranting some more about his team, although they actually were a really fun bunch to talk about. Lance let out a bark of laughter at Krys's comparison of the building with a fishbowl. He caught her soft murmur, and laughed even more at that. "I wish they would."

Lance turned around, walking backwards as to face Krys. he knew his way around this way as well; he'd done it many times to make sure Tori and Quin didn't talk to each other that much, and also that he wouldn't be left out of any conversation, since he stared at the floor when walking forwards, ensuring himself to not trip anywhere.. So what? A guy could grow jealous.

[Krys Robin]

Krys looked up with a bit of a smile when Lance chuckled. She liked making people laugh, or even just smile. It made her feel like she had a purpose on the planet that only she could bring. Because others could be data analysts (take Penelope Garcia for example). Anyone could sit at a computer and run system checks, though Krys was quite skilled in such things she certainly wasn't the best. But her random facts and the way that she acted seemed to make people smile, and that was good enough for her. Of course it didn't make her worth anything but at least, for today, she was somewhat useful in a capacity amongst people. Well, a person.

"He's Matt." She gave a little shrug, once again fixing the strap of her messenger bag. "And I don't think he'd appreciate you calling him fun. He doesn't like that." She continued looking straight forward as she walked toward the building, rather nonchalant about such a conversation topic. "He'd prefer tough, or serious, but not fun... He doesn't want anyone to know that about him." Scooting herself to the door she held it open for Lance both arms stretched out, keeping the glass pane at bay. "But he is... Sometimes." A little smirk and her cheeks turned a light shade of pink. Luckily Matt wasn't anywhere near here but no doubt his 'Krys is saying nice things about me' senses were tingling.

"Ever realize how many teams there are? A ton! There's us at CT, then you guys, then the BAU... Lots of teams." She now gave pursuit to Lance who was walking backwards. Any normal person would have continued walking forwards so to follow Lance, but Krys wasn't exactly normal. Instead she took this as a not so subtle hint that it was how *everyone* walked around these parts and soon she too was walking backwards at Lance's side, giving him a goofy smile but not because of what they were doing. She just always smiled like that.

"Did you know that dogs hate walking backwards?" She poised with another little smile as the two squints rounded a corner. Thank god she hadn't bumped into anyone.

[Lance Dominic]

Lance tilted his head a little at Krys's descroption of the agent she called Matt. He seemed decent, somehow or other, which was good at least. Maybe Krys's department wasn't as messed up as forensics was.

Nodding when Krys talked about the number of teams, Lance replied, "there's also secret service and whatnot." He slowed down a little from his backward walk, just a little, to register what Krys was doing. She was walking backwards as well, which made Lance laugh.

Dogs? Well, Lance hadn't known that one. "No... but I know that kangaroos can't walk backwards, coz they'd fall. Same with ostritches." he said, rounding a corner. Hundred and four, hundred five... he counted the steps he had mentally calculated long ago. Just about a hundred more to go.

Lance noticed that he caught the attention of a few people in the building; they often saw him walking backwards when talking to Quin and Tori, but not once when with another person, especially with the person walking backwards as well. He smiled, waving his hand at the building receptionist. "Punch in my code for me, will you Mandy?" he told her, also pointing to the ceiling and putting his hand in a phone sign, telling Mandy to call Tori and tell her he was late and arriving. This was routine, then.

"Did you know that peanuts are one of the ingredients in a dynamite?" He walked on some more, until her came to another corner and stopped for a moment to tie his shoelaces. He bent down, looking at Krys.

[Krys Robin]

"Did you know that peanuts are one of the ingredients in a dynamite?"

Lance had bent down to tie his shoe and most normal people would have waited for him to complete the task. Not Krys. She kneeled right down in front of him, craning her neck so that she was basically right near his face. She saw nothing wrong with this. Hypocritical as she was it was perfectly okay for her to be this close because there were no intentions involved, ill or otherwise. No, she was just far too eager to share her facts and have someone who gave them right back.

"Yes." She gave a knowing little smile as she looked at the Linguist. "It is also Wile E. Coyote's prefered means of catching the Road Runner, which he has never done." Straightening back up she held onto the strap of her messenger bag, swaying lightly on the balls of her feet before looking in the direction where Mandy sat. Now, Krys had no idea who Mandy was. She had never seen her in her entire life but that didn't stop her from lifting her hand in a bit of a salute accompanied by a smile in getting. "Hi Mandinator!" And with that she entered the room that had been opened much to a confused receptionist's raised brow.

"Nice digs." Came the compliment from the data analyst as she backed into the lab, apparently still playing their whole 'walking backwards' game. Now *this* was a room she could have worked in. Lots of expensive toys and whatnot that she didn't always have the luxury of working with down at Counter Terror. Then again she wasn't specializing in the biological like these guys were, no, she was stuck in the land of purely data.

"Is Tori in?" Krys was well aware that Tori worked in the area (the lab area to be exact) she had met the woman twice and hacked her at least three times (ah, the plus side of being a data analyst). Surely she'd be seeing her around and perhaps the rest of the crew that she had read about.