The door to Charter's lab is dark grey and unassuming. After unsuccessfully knocking, you realise the door is unlocked. Stepping in, you notice the canopy of plants covering the floor and ceiling, the array of pots adding cheerful blots of colour to the typically clinical-looking labs. The florae are bathed in sunlight coming from the Western window. You make your way over to it, noting the pasture where Charter's Ebena Kurantos live. Within this pasture, a small dark-haired woman is chasing a winged equine, a rather harried look etched onto her face. Perhaps it's best to come back later.