Behind a door marked with illegible handwriting lies a particularly messy laboratory. Tables and shelves are stacked high with books, folders and test tubes, and more than a few Pompaca Floros and Cielarka Cimos run loose. It's a miracle its occupant can find anything in here. Speaking of whom, you hear a surprised shout and the clatter of plastic against linoleum from behind one of the many metal bookshelves housed here. Perhaps you should return when she's less overwhelmed.