Chapter 6: Nestor Russi Case II
Elle stood behind Levi, eye narrowed at the top of his blond head whilst he sat on a chair, eyes glued on the microscope. "I will kill you," Elle whispered to him.
Amused, Levi snorted, not bothering to tear his eyes away from the microscope. "That is highly ambitious of you," he replied.
Elle huffed in annoyance at the man, walking away before she had the urge to strangle him with her bare hands. Because of him, she was compelled to return to work, to assist her boss after receiving a text from her, saying ’Lab. Three cups of coffee.-SG’
Half an hour later, Elle opened the Lab door for the delivery man. She took the food in his hand and laid it on the table. She had anticipated that they needed sustenance, especially her, for she hadn’t eaten anything since lunch. She had lost track of time being so busy that early afternoon.
Elle handed Marco and Sam Chinese takeout, while Levi declined to eat.
Sam looked at the psychologist curiously, wondering if he wasn’t hungry, or was he the body-conscious type.
Marco glanced at the redhead and saw her expression as she ate, "He doesn’t eat during cases, claims digestion slows him down," he explained.
"It does." Levi quipped from his seat.
Sam considered it for a moment, recalling the human anatomy and its processes.
"That makes sense, eating does slow down the blood flow in the brain because it centralizes in the digestive tract during and after eating but only for some time. However, without glucose in the system which is found from food, your body will be forced to use stored energy from fats. Seeing as you seem to be lacking those. Muscles it is. Till there is nothing more to use, drastically slowing your body and brain process especially in the long run." she mused out loud.
Levi tore his eyes from the microscope and gave her a look, ’reading’ her. His eyes scanned her from head to toe, something Elle frowned at. He was looking at her boss in a way that she couldn’t fully comprehend; it’s as though she had grown another head.
Sam awkwardly turned to Marco, wondering if it’s normal for the psychologist to look at people like they’re specimens to be examined.