"Shelley is… interesting. I had a friend with a particular fondness for both Mary and Percy, and he gave me Frankenstein to read years ago." Combeferre said with a curve of a smile, remembering Prouvaire's eagerness to share the novel as soon as he had read it himself. "I enjoyed it." Beyond that, well - the obsession that a certain sort of English poet had for all but dripping feeling on the page in blood was not quite to his taste, though he could admire their artistry. Despite that - or perhaps because of it - he had an easy time imagining the woman beside him as a girl, eagerly reading by candlelight in some hidden corner, and paying the price in childhood nightmares. "You must have infuriated your parents," he teased with a twinkle in his eye.

His thoughts returned quickly enough to science. "Remarkable, then, that the discovery endures, after all this time. What other kinds of scans exist?" Sybil had mentioned something about other devices, but had not elaborated.