you see an open door, and after a light knock, you enter a room that smells more like an old Terra library than a lab. sheaves of paper are neatly stacked around and on a small desk. you can see a long hall beyond the desk with doors going down either side in a seemingly endless line. a head full of wild silvery grey hair pops up from under the desk suddenly, accidentally hitting the edge of it with a resounding thud, making some of the piles tremble. she blinks then waves you to the hall of doors with a wry grin.