The data didn’t fit her model. One look at the scatter plots on her laptop confirmed it.
“It’s the wrong protein.” She regretted speaking immediately.
Nigel looked up, smiling that know-it-all grin. “Having trouble with your chondrocyte mechanoreceptors again, Jess? My offer still stands, you know.”
His offer made Jessie nauseous. She so wanted to wipe that smug look off his face. She shook her head.
She needed a break from all this. Closing the laptop and stuffing it in her backpack, she stood up.
Nigel sniggered. “Quitting already? Where are you going?”
“If anyone needs anything, I’ll be surfing.”