"your experiences lend strength to your choices then." Cinead observed, rotating his cup of water with his fingertips. He lifted his eyebrows. "that is a strength for your choice of career."

A fleeting crinkle around his Hazel eyes portrayed his humor at  her reaffirmation of the humorous nature of  his choice to be a microbiologist. "strange indeed. Millions of tiny organisms aiding the world for good or for evil... Nothing, no being, can exist without them. We can mold them into medicines, create terrible weapons with them... It's fascinating. I found it hard to believe that creatures so seemingly insignificant could impact life so greatly." He dropped his gaze to his hands, studying the skin that covered them, the small details of hair and creases... He hadn't thought very highly of human intelligence before either.