April Leopold is his own personal assistant, provided to him by the poppy Philip Burton, and she is peridot. Peridot is a lighter green, not quite spring, with a yellowish tinge to it.
The first thought that sprang to mind when he laid eyes upon April was that if imitation was the highest form of flattery, then Abby would just be tickled fuchsia. April is short and petite, with blond hair and blue eyes. And she is green. Peridot green, paler than Abby's emerald. She is just that. A paler imitation of Abby. It's actually quite amusing.
What isn't so amusing is what lies beneath the peridot. Because underneath all that pale peridot is none of Abby's warm colours, none of her hidden sweetness and gentleness. There is ice blue and frost silver, sharp yellow and burnt sienna. April Leopold might wear the frumpy jumpers and the big glasses, but underneath, he can see the mind of someone just as cold and calculating as a predator. Connor has learned to recognise them. He doesn't even realise it at first, but he treats her like a predator. He always sits with his back to the wall, where he can always see her in his peripheral vision, and he doesn't leave the lab before she does because that would mean showing her his back. He treads silently around her and reflexively reaches for his knife whenever she makes too sudden of a motion.
She is Burton's own little spy, a handler disguised as a helper. He can see the poppy traces in her colours. April is not someone to be underestimated. But he keeps it together. The game is afoot, and missteps couldn't be afforded. So, he always kept his numbers just ever so slightly off. Not so badly off that it was obvious sabotage, but just enough that they couldn't constructively use it for whatever they wanted it for, and he acts just as frustrated as she when things don't turn out properly. He watched her turn all spiny and scarlet around the edges.
Connor liked Abby's colours much more.