"But you're doing the history and she's doing the strain."

"It's one project."

"As you say, I suppose."

"Possession being...?"

"There are lots of reports, mostly old ones, of star clouds temporarily taking over people's bodies; they probably never happened but we were working on it.  Your way is better."

"They're called angels but I assume the appearance of that word in the pamphlet is a strange language coincidence?  They don't sound at all like the same thing."

"Yeah, nah, our kind of angels take their name from a mythological supernatural messenger being sometimes depicted as looking similar. Folks with feathered wings."

"Sometimes they were said to look surhuman in various ways but those claims mostly died out with the rise of cameras."

"'Sur'human? - also what's the strain."

"Of omnilol, which would let star clouds possess living people.  And above-human, more than human."

"Sometimes wings, sometimes an ethereal presence or various other magic powers."

"My dialect says 'superhuman' or 'transhuman'. - are your last names also weirdly similar?"

"Well no, we aren't mostly our own parents."

"I could just call you all by your last names, if you want to wear nametags for a bit." He passes out nametags.

"Not very fun, but practical."  All of them are left-handed; a few of them write the letters in the opposite order even though the end product is still in the usual orientation.

How charmingly quirky. "Thank you."

"What were the rest of your projects?" Felicity wonders.

"Nootropics."

"Very preliminary research for SSNA editing."

"Why, lucid dreams."  She seems really amused.

"Lucid dreaming works with people in my world if they do some annoying practice to set it up, is it an unsolved problem here or something?"

"A drug to induce it consistently."

"Neat."

". . . Would you still have picked the four of us if you knew you were awake?"

"Well, I'd have thought about it somewhat longer."