[RL with Mikaela]

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Dr. Stein waited just outside the compound for Mikaela to arrive, his stitched and patched labcoat blowing a bit in the hot Africa wind. He smiled as the young woman rolled up in her very fine motorcycle, his glasses glinting in the sun as he looked her over. No immediate signs of injury.

Though she was only a few years older than his students, and definitely too young for him, he couldn't help but enjoy the ride back to his own world.

They arrived just outside his own laboratory, which was a tall concrete building, which also looked to have been stitched together, much like his own body and clothing. Scraggly trees with no leaves adorned the grounds, which were surrounded by a high wrought iron fence.

The sun stared down upon them, far cooler than the place where they had just left. The sun had a face, and it was laughing good-naturedly at them, its voice deep and echoing.

"You can leave the bike inside the grounds, it'll be safe there," Stein said cheerfully as he got down and opened the front gate. "Welcome to my home, Mikaela."

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"Important life lessons come from all kinds of teachers," Stein said cheerfully. "And I should be more inclusive. I actually do teach fighting and survival, so most teachers aren't quite like me I suppose."

His grin widened a little at the sarcasm. "Oh yes, it's fascinating. The human body has so many things inside it."

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"Heh. I'm pretty sure you're right, yeah~," she said. "Most of the teachers I know taught, like. Math. Boring stuff." Or so it had seemed at the time, when she'd have rather been somewhere else, doing anything else. With high school behind her, she sometimes found herself thinking that it wasn't so bad...

Granted, this was mostly when she was covered in grease and sporting busted fingers from a long day at work.

"I hope whoever you're dissecting doesn't mind it all that much," she said, lips twisting wryly.

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"You aren't in school, now?" Stein asked curiously. He'd been sure she was in late high school, though he realized now that she could be college age. "What do you do, if you don't mind me asking? Besides run around with big robots."

He grinned, a little too wide. "Oh generally they don't mind at all."