Linden paused for a moment, about to speak, but Zane chimed in again, "I''m not the best with algorithms, but you should definitely ask Mirabe. She''s got a knack forputational stuff and probably has some good insights.”


    Zane remembered the time he was doing dataparisons for Meg, and Mirabe had casually brought up decoding gic codes. So when Linden asked, it seemed the perfect time to mention her.


    Linden was initially surprised but then realized it made sense. Mirabe''s skills in theb were widely acknowledged. He nodded, "Alright, thanks, Professor."


    Zane grinned, "No worries. That''s the beauty of academic discussions-tapping into everyone''s strengths to push our research further."


    "Absolutely," Linden agreed, unable to hide his admiration. "Mirabe is genuinely impressive. Sometimes I think she might know more than all of us upperssmenbined."


    "The more you work with her, the more surprises she''ll throw your way," Zane said with a knowing smile.


    Linden thought back to a few times when their projects hit roadblocks, only for Mirabe''s offhandments to lead them straight to solutions.


    He nodded again, "Definitely."


    He had assumed it was three experts guiding a newbie, but it turned out to be the other way around. He couldn''t help but feel a bit humbled.


    **


    As Mirabe reached the school''s gate, she sneezed unexpectedly.


    She pulled her coat tighter and made her way quickly to a car parked by the curb. Opening the passenger door, she hesitated for a moment before getting in and fastening her seatbelt. Then she looked over and asked, "Where''s James?"


    Curtis started the engine, replying, "He''s been out of Riverdale for a bit. Didn''t he tell you?"


    Mirabe shook her head, "Nope."


    That exined why he seemed a bit off when he visited herst night.


    Curtis cleared his throat and shifted the topic, "So, Ms. Mirabe, if you need anything, just give me a call."


    Mirabe nodded slightly, closed her eyes, and leaned back, choosing silence. Curtis nced at her in the rearview mirror and decided to let her be.


    Not long after, Mirabe was back home. Zach and Nick were out, and Marian, who they had hired, had prepared dinner before leaving for some errands.


    After finishing her meal, Mirabe was lounging in the living room watching TV when Adler called her on Messenger.


    She answered, and Adler''s voice filled the room.


    "Hey, boss! I''ve got that preliminary analysis on the blood sample''s radioactive sources. From what I''ve found, it''s a ss IV radiation infection, but the metal content is unusually high. Is this person involved in nuclear research or something?"


    Adler summed up his findings from the past few days in a rush.


    "No," Mirabe replied calmly.


    Owen was in politics, and so was his mentor. Plus, someone involved in nuclear research wouldn''t just be let loose by the government.


    "Okay then," Adler said, scratching his head. "ss IV isn''t too serious, but the high metal content is worrying, especially for someone with heart issues."


    Mirabe pinched the bridge of her nose, mentally noting that the person indeed had heart problems. After a pause, she said, "Got it, thanks."


    "No need to thank me. I found it fascinating and wanted to dig into it myself," Adler chuckled.


    Mirabe raised an eyebrow, "Didn''t you sayst time that working on radioactive materials was banned at your institute? Be careful not to get into trouble."