Kirsten approaches Cameron's desk in her usual brisk pace and places a key in between his stitch contraptions. He straightens from his hunched position examining the key before his green eyes find their way to Kirsten's. "What's this, Stretch?" He holds the silver key between two fingers, eyes darting between it and the blonde in rapid confusion. "It's a key, I thought you were supposed to be smart?" Kirsten replies in an emotionless voice, crossing her arms and tilting her head slightly.

"I'm a neuroscientist that works for a secret government agency that hacks into the minds of dead people; I'm a genius. Unfortunately, my brain and guile can only get me so far. What's the key for exactly?" Cameron replies, following suit and crossing his arms across his chest. Kirsten's phone beeps and she reads distractedly. "It's a key to my house." She replies, her head buried in her phone. "Why? Uh, K.C? mind filling me in here?" Cameron replies placing the key back on the table. He watches her reply to a text, finding her ability to ignore him both infuriating and amusing. He never knows if it's her Temporal Dysplasia that causes these moments or if she ignores him on purpose. Kirsten glances up, her mask giving way to a hint of annoyance.

"Les Turner decided to stop by my house last night and help himself to my tea." Cameron instantly moves around the desk and places a hand above her elbow. "Are you okay? What did he want?" Kirsten stares at the hand on her arm with curiosity, it's comforting and a warmth spreads over her. Cameron drops his hand taking an awkward step away after several quiet moments. Kirsten clears her throat slightly and holds a hand over the still-warm spot on her left arm. "I'm fine, it was a power move to try and scare me, it failed. He left me with more questions than answers and the knowledge that Ed gave him a key to my house before he died. I changed the locks."

Cameron watches her with a mix of concern and curiosity; "But why are you giving a key to me?" Kirsten looks at him as if he is stupid. "It's a simple matter of deduction; I can't guarantee that Maggie won't just hand the new key right back to Turner, I don't know what to make of Fisher yet, especially with these special missions the Turner is sending him on. Then there's Linus who is… well, Linus. It makes the most sense for you to have a key in case of an emergency." The corner of Cameron's mouth kicks up. "What?" Kirsten frowns. "I don't know, Stretch, it sounds like you might trust me a little." His eyes sparkle as Kirsten continues to frown.

"No, I don't trust you, but I do not trust you less than everyone else here. Besides, this is practical. It makes sense for someone from the lab to have a key to my house, especially after everything that's happened." Cameron looks over at the key on his desk with a smile and nods. "You will trust me one day, Stretch." Kirsten shrugs and steps towards Camille, who stands by the fish tank watching with curiosity. "I doubt it, Girlfriend." Cameron rolls his eyes as Kirsten and Camille walk to the elevator. Cameron collects the key with a grin. There is nothing special about the key, yet he knows it's significance. She chose him, that meant something. To Cameron it means that despite her reservations, she really was beginning to trust him; perhaps even see him as her partner. Now he just had to convince her to fall in love with him but he was prepared to take it one step at a time.