"Oh." She rubbed a hand down the grain of the wooden table. Come on, Molly. Either control it or ground it. Use your emotions, don't let them use you. You're the one in control here.

She took a deep breath. Just like making a veil when you're scared.

"I don't know if that's what this is. Bar codes store - information about the product. From what I saw when I skimmed the guide, there are experiments here, and drafts, so... actually, that might be close enough."

Kept. Now she sees what he meant.