She steps out ahead of him as indicated, resisting the deep urge to roll her eyes, feeling a little dizzied by the smooth upward glide of the elevator.

"I'm guessing 'Adam' is a thing and not the name of some guy who invented magic," she says, fixing Fontaine with a searching look. "Some sort of catalyzing agent for genetic modification?"

This sounds incredibly dangerous. Unfortunately, it also sounds right up her alley.