The status of your lab, olmin, can best be described as provisional. It's spacious and white-walled, the units on the far wall housing your proliferating creatures neatly enough. The rest is a heteroclite jumble: reference books in piles on the tables and floor and an armchair in the corner, your microscopes and centrifuges amidst the pens, brushes, inks and papers. Not disordered, as such, since you know where to find everything. You do feel a twinge of shame about it all the same, though that has not yet been enough for you to set aside your work and put everything in its right place.