You could hardly consider this space any semblance of a room, let alone a "lab". To your surprise, this door opens out into a vast, dry field, secured with fencing and littered with constellations of Suna Hundos in gatherings varying from slumbering piles to self-chasing tangles. Nearby, one notices you and yaps excitedly, the others behind it turning around and joining the chorus. You wonder where - or how - the scientist could possibly live among all this mess.