Skye had started growing out her hair a long time ago. It was not exactly a thick, beautiful mane now, but keeping her shoulder-length hair from tangling still took quite a bit of effort.
"All right, I won't tease you anymore." Gwen pressed Skye down in front of a very crude vanity—really, it was just a mirror about the size of a face standing upright—then picked up a comb and began gently combing through the girl's hair.
"By the way, has Henry been this busy lately?" Gwen asked as she combed Skye's hair.
"Yeah, he's been busy with the farm. Unless Kate calls for him or something important comes up, he barely pays attention to anyone. Do you need to see him? It has to be important, you know."
Gwen looked troubled. "There really is something I need his help with, but it's not that important—"
What college students needed help with was actually something Professor Curt Connors had assigned: giving experimental data with the column headings removed to someone good at mathematics, to see whether they could derive a convergence formula.
Although Professor Connors had mentioned it casually and did not seem to care much, quick-witted Gwen naturally understood that the professor was hinting at asking Henry for help.
Professor Connors had even specifically organized this dataset with the labels removed. Anyone unfamiliar with it would be unlikely to connect that pile of numbers to biochemical experiments.
Showing such material to someone outside Oscorp was, more or less, skirting the edge of a violation.
However, Curt Connors had a certain degree of authority over his own laboratory. Especially since the experimental results were shared with Oscorp, he was not merely an employee.
As long as Oscorp's internal confidential information was not involved, Curt Connors could use the rest as