11/5/16
Molly clips the newly laminated badge on the front pocket of her pristine lab coat. The white fabric is rough and thick, settling heavily against her arms. It reaches down to her heels and lifts to her ankles when she raises her arms to tie her hair back in a ponytail. She shuffles, then reaching back to tighten her ponytail again to do something with her hands.
"Alright, you ready to go yet?" Her new supervisor -Mike Stanford? Stamford?- turns to her while shrugging his own lab coat on over his jumper. The man gives a kindly smile to her, taking in the nervous tension lining her muscles.
Molly tries to respond with a smile, but her mouth moves like it wants to cringe and s