you were wandering some chilly halls, most of the rooms in this building were out of bounds to you.

outside on of the doors, someone was sitting against a wall, with sheets of papers in their hands. they seem t be writing something. you could make out a few major parts of their appearance; their ocean blue bow, some strange silver star accessories, and their cyan eyes with star-shaped pupils.

—hm, is it... wait, no, not like that...

they seemed to be muttering to themselves.

—was it.... a differntial? or should i use an integral? hold on, i'm not supposed to use calculus for this... sigh.

they facepalm, not noticing you. perhaps you should talk to them? or perhaps you shouldn't; they seemed to be busy, running calculations.