“Two seven one eight two eight.” “Your password is Euler’s number?” They exchanged a surprised, plane-tilting look. Like they were only just now meeting. “Are you a scientist?” she asked, suddenly curious, and it was the first time he could perceive this kind of interest in him on her part. She’d asked to use his body and volunteered hers in exchange, she’d gone through his documents with the efficiency of a DMV clerk, but she had not considered him beyond the here and now. Until this moment.
