Of course Max wanted to hear more.
“How do you know so much?” she asked.
“Let’s just say I’m older than just about everybody else at the Institute.”
“B-b-but…”
Dr. McKenna smiled kindly, waved with the banana that seemed to be all she’d be eating for breakfast, and walked away.
Max wanted to chase after Dr. McKenna but Siobhan placed a gentle hand on her shoulder so she couldn’t stand up from the table.
“Finish your gruel,” said Siobhan, nodding toward Max’s bowl of oatmeal. “Blimey. Did a rabbit poop in your bowl?”