”You’re right”, Nora-Ceph said, her voice several octaves higher than intended. Annoyed, she cleared her throat. ”You’re right”, she repeated, with her normal voice now. ”I have no reason to trust you.”

It seems logical to me that you know about genetics and biology because I may have judged that your profession revolves around that. But you even refer to tones of sound as if you also know about music. You surprised me twice today.