You find yourself in the doorway of parmseon's lab, the green door having been left ajar. The wall above their main work station is covered in a horde of field sketches. There are Stranga Scurio that have made nests inside of the cupboards, and the harnesses fashioned around them indicate they might not be topics of study. There is clutter covering every surface, half abandoned projects littering the floor, and post it notes smothering the edges of the computer. The researcher themselves appear to be half buried in their supply closet muttering obscenities. Maybe you should come back later...