There are birds -everywhere-. You step inside the lab with tread in your heart, thinking maybe someone has broken in the lab. Reganta Plumaros and Stranga Sciuros fly around a fallen feed bin, their high voices filling the air. The lab is in a serious state of disorder - every horizontal space is filled with papers, notes, books and equipment. You startle as something rises quickly from amidst the mess, birds fleeing, screeching. "Oh, hello! Sorry, sorry, I didn't hear you come in--" the scientist offers you her hand promptly, her hair a mess, her labcoat dyed sharp pink. "I'm Chetae!"