Dr. Wilson chuckled at the varied responses she got. "I dunno. I survived a cryptid attack at 14 without a weapon. Though previous run-ins with containing werewolves on-site have... not gone well." She waved her left hand, her ring and pinkie fingers conspicuously absent. 

She didn't move away when Constanza sat next to her, but she did seem slightly more on-edge. That chaotic element was right nearby. "You know I won't take a DNA sample unwillingly. If I was willing to do that I probably could have succeeded in this endeavor by now if I was willing to be that unethical. But thank you for the support, Agent." She took a cookie with her left hand and had a tentative bite. Dorian's response was amusing, though. "Well that would certainly keep me from being an Atheist. But my current theory is that you're the same immortal cryptid subspecies that Keanu Reeves is. That, or you're a Lich who uses industrial-grade lotion." Jules smirked. "Or maybe you're the guy from the book, using your illuminati-like secretive control to make sure nobody knows who you really are, but much like the conspiracy theorists insist, kept your name the same as a cheeky clue."

Jules rolled her eyes. "Anyways, on more 'plausible' threads..." she turned to Constanza. "Firstly, before you ask, no. You still cannot get high from Pixie Dust. It's just caffeine and glitter. Secondly, I have no problem attempting to synthesize any other compounds you fine that are of genuine use besides partying."