"No. I'm making the sarin in the kitchen." Ylva answered sarcastically. "Of course i'll make it here. In lab sector four. That section over there with the warning signs and the containment airlocks. I have just as little interest as you in any of my toys getting out." Ylva smiled at the other woman. "At least my toys do not need radiation shielding to be contained. A good, stoppered glass bottle will do it for most of them." She did not really like radioactive weaponry. It was so hard to clean up. Some of them had ridiculously slow decay rates.

Just to test her reaction, she looked at the woman. "Would you pass me that vial of smallpox? I forgot to stick it back into storage..." She pointed to a vial of plain lab ethanol she'd left out earlier. Deadly viruses were quite fun to joke about, so long as one never ever actually used them in the jokes. [i]'Ylva! Stop scaring the girl!'[/i] Vanja whispered in her mind, even as she chuckled helplessly. Vanja may be serious most of the time, but she sure had a sense of humor. They were, after these many years, very similar in many ways, yet more different in others.