The lab you've entered seems to be in a state of organized chaos. Equipment and notes are scattered everywhere, although there is some sort of method to the madness. Moon is over by a wall-mounted whiteboard, taping some paper and pencil sketches of the world's flora and fauna to the wall around it. You're not sure how she's managed to fit so many up there. "Morning," She yawns, "Or is it evening? I can't recall, I haven't slept in three days. Feel free to look around, try not to make a mess." She then walks over to a mattress you hadn't noticed before, and passes out for a clearly needed nap.