"Phthalates?" Averna echoed.
"Phthalates are in many fragrances, and they are well-known for their negative effects on the reproductive system; they have been linked to a higher risk of cancer and endocrine disruption. They are also known to cause birth defects and respiratory problems."
"How do you know that?" She inquired, leaning back into her chair and crossing her legs.
"I read up on it. You did say I should carry out my unfair ultimated research of just five days, but as a vast person as I am, I managed to surprise you in merely three days, and here you go." Damian replied, leaning his back against one of the lab-cabinets.
Ignoring his prideful words, Averna rolled her eyes. She took a quick glance at Eileen, who shrugged, a satisfying grin on her face.
"Lance!" Averna's voice came through the speakers, causing him to jerk around and look up; once again, he had been lost in the world of his comic book.
