Boy, what a scorcher today was.
Professor Crowe turned every fan (11) in the lab towards his desk, and still, he was sweating up a storm. No matter what he tried, he simply could not manage to cool off. He had always been told he had ice in his veins, but now he couldn't wish for anything more than that. He couldn't even enjoy a steaming, hot cup of coffee for fear that his body may experience a meltdown.
A rapping at his door caused him to pull on something respectable, despite the hot weather, and answer the knocking intruder. He looked the stranger over up and down before speaking. He had almost forgotten he had another wave of rookies passing through today to get their starter kits.
He sighed miserably as a cloud of heat was swept into his face from outside. "Hot as hell today, eh? Come on in, cool off for a bit." Even for a grouchy, irritable curmudgeon like Crowe, it was too hot a day to dampen it with snappy put-downs.
He might even be nice today.
"What do I call you, miss?"