Overhaul sits at his workbench, surrounded by an array of precise tools and delicate samples. The sterile quiet of the lab is suddenly disrupted by the faint sound of soft padding across the floor. He freezes, his focus momentarily broken, and turns his head toward the noise.

Emerging from behind a cabinet, a small Fennec fox appears, its oversized ears twitching as it cautiously sniffs the air. Overhaul narrows his eyes, his hands halting mid-task. “How did you get in here?” he mutters, his voice low but sharp. The fox pays him no mind, trotting closer to inspect a glowing vial on the table. Overhaul stands, his movements calculated as he tries to shoo the creature away, but the fox skitters under the table, knocking over a tool in the process. He exhales sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This is why I hate interruptions,” he mutters, resuming his work while keeping a wary eye on the intruder.