Well, that was a quick way to get him to look up from his task - enough hear the story, at least. He doesn't laugh or smile, or do anything to smooth things along. Miguel is feeling barely fit for cordial conversation, much less pleasant ones. But the dark, tumultuous look on his face mellows a little. Particularly when he catches the hint of near-tears at the corners of her eyes.

Maybe it would be a little healthier if Miguel realized that a cry here or there was healthy. For both of them. He's not ready to accept that particular advice, though. He blinks back, evenly.

"I'd argue not to pick a fight with any lab holding volatile chemicals."

He's not sure why the appalling breach of lab safety by shattering a bunch of beakers was the first thing that came to mind. He goes back to carving.

"There are a lot of ways you can make toxic fumes by accident."