Oh, the science boy had a sarcastic side. Marvelous. She shot him a look over her shoulder as she ducked into the room to drop off the letters and papers she had, her eyes barely leaving his pitiful visage. He practically tumbled over everything - his words, his feet, his box - and she found herself actually smiling a little, though it wasn't wholly at his expense. "I'd encourage you to give it a go, but I'd be afraid of some girl calling campus security on you."

Marian thrust a hand out and grabbed the box for him, afraid he'd drop something heavy or breakable on his feet. She helped to steady it before she looked up at him, her eyes alight with mirth. Pitiful, a little scatterbrained, but somewhat endearing. At least he was being genuine, she supposed. "With the way you're scrabbling at those beakers, I'm hardly surprised, though I imagine you're in a rigorous program if you're in the science department."

...But then, there was that name. She raised an eyebrow, the smile holding. "Marian. Marian Hawke." So this was the mysterious man people were claiming to be her twin or long lost something-or-other. "Not a very common last name, you know," she noted quietly, with some skepticism.