Everything has a place in C. Roote’s lab, and he keeps it very clean. Neat stacks of papers and data chips rest on the counter beside a microscope and other lab equipment that gleam from polishing. The tiled floor shines from its most recent waxing. A faint, fresh citrus scent lingers in the air. Only the soft chittering of the Stranga Sciuros and occasional rustle of a Tagalo shifting in its cage disrupts the calm atmosphere. Although Roote sometimes grumbles about the noise, everyone knows he secretly cares about his creatures a lot. When he isn’t out exploring or studying historical files, he can be found meticulously checking each housing unit to ensure it’s working at an optimal level.