"As in Elizabeth. Elizabeth Ross." Betty very deliberately doesn't make any kind of face, "But Betty is good. I'm sorry about..." Him. Sharing the bench. Possibly other things. "You really just have to put your foot down before he'll hear you, but it's easier each time."

She opens her mouth to continue, and then just stops.

Ruth Banner is... young. She'd heard stories, of course she'd heard stories about the new girl genius, how she was probably completing Ph.Ds in biochemistry, engineering, physics (okay, so nuclear physics takes the pool), and just about every other up-and-coming science field under the massive nuclear fusion reactor that was the Sun. Harvard had its share of wunderkind, and Betty had always assumed that at some point she would meet one. Even getting assigned the same bench wasn't that strange, considering the project.

But she hadn't expected her to be so young. Betty's young. They're probably the same age. It makes her tongue a little clumsy and she swallows, smiles around it. Get it together, Ross, she's a peer. Say something smooth. Give her that tour. "Do you want to check out my kidney membranes?" Oh good.

"Not these. These are probably a little fried now." Just like me.