The lab passed the worn door looks rather unconventional. Rugs dot the floors, tables and counters full of the usual lab equipment along with doodles and..clay figures? The sound of papers shuffling leads your eyes to a sort of couch. Lounging on it is a short woman with fluffy pink hair and pseudo-fangs poking from her lower lip, busy taking notes on a notebook. She glares at your entry, flicking a loose wrist in the direction of the well-kept pens of creatures. "The teeth are fake..." she clarifies, noticing your perplexion at her appearance. "The creatures here aren't the only biters.."