She shook her head slightly. "A number of us are taking care of the plants in here. It's a group project, for the most part."

Even discovering the place had been a group project, between she and Anita. Meja was half-tempted to note the fact that not sleeping meant she could man the lab at odd hours that only she and the angels had in common — so far as she knew — but she didn't broach that particular subject, just yet. John had only just arrived. It seemed rude to bombard him with that particular information; he'd find out in due time.

"I like greenery better than fluorescent lighting," she admitted, "so I'm in here a lot."