"What can you do?" asked Lexington abruptly.
Peter started, opened his mouth to answer, closed it again. He'd been jolted too often in too short a time to be stampeded into blurting a reply that would cost him this job.
"Good," said Lexington. "Only a fool would try to answer that. Do you have any knowledge of medicine?"
"Not enough to matter," Peter said, stung by the compliment.
"I don't mean how to bandage a cut or splint a broken arm. I mean things like cell structure, neural communication—the basics of how we live."
"I'm applying for a job as engineer."
"I know. Are you interested in the basics of how we live?"
Peter looked for a hidden trap, found none. "Of course. Isn't everyone?"
"Less than you think," Lexington said. "It's the preconceived notions they're interested in protecting. At least I won't have to beat them out of you."