Daniel looked at the sign on the door. “For use by Entomology faculty and students”. That seemed about right. After all, he was here at the university to study a particular species of insect. Although it was not yet clear what that species was.
He opened up the laptop computer, plugged into the power socket, and got down to work. There were so many possibilities. It should be possible to determine species within Lepidoptera, just from larval markings. There was tremendous variety, but the patterns were pretty clear. He already knew Brock and Kaufman practically by heart, and having a live specimen to work from should make everything much easier.
He was so immersed that he didn’t hear the door open.
“What are you doing here?” The woman looked more bemused than anything else.
“I’m researching butterflies.”
“Of course you are,” she said with a kind smile. “I’m afraid this room is for faculty and students.”
“I’m a student,” he said. Daniel thought that should be obvious. Every kid he knew was a student.
“I see,” she frowned thoughtfully for a moment, and then left. Which was just as well. The woman had seemed nice, but he had a lot of work to do.