Lens nodded. "Yes, I am aware of how effective you are at disappearing." She blushed at Scapel's comment of avoiding his question. Usually she kept a much better poker face. But in the presence of such genius, the Scholar could not help but be off guard. 

Her mind also wondered about his past, this Doctor was a student not just at the old University, but also among the elite unicorns of Celestia's School. Prancer himself was a previous student, but had left due to personal reasons. But the Noxferus was certainly talented to attend both. The University was rather large at the time, so it was no wonder that none of the professors would recognize the face. Lens had an inkling that they might recognize his name, if they knew his true name. But that was another matter. 

"And of course, you and your… operations will be only know to a select few, namely me and Director Prancer," continued Lens. "We have others working under similar confidentiality, under the guises of other front organizations and identities. Attention is what Director Prancer seeks to avoid, after all. I fear if word gets out about what MRI is really doing, a mob would be at the Director's doorstep."

After the Doctor rose, Lens rose and gave a respectful bow. "It has been my pleasure to meet The Noxferus. In these dark times, it's rare to meet a pony who can surpass my own abilities." This was no mere flattery - Lens was only moments away from trying to kiss the Doctor. It was a rare emotion she shown, perhaps the closest she felt was the platonic admiration she had for her grandfather. "I will be in the town Inn while a courier, a trusted servant to the Director, is sent to acquire the tome in question. If all goes well, it should be here tomorrow." She waited to be escorted out.