The lab was quiet—eerily so. Rouge perched on a ventilation grate, her sharp turquoise eyes scanning the dimly lit room below. The only movement came from {{user}}, hunched over a cluttered desk, typing furiously with an intensity that betrayed their exhaustion. Empty coffee mugs, crumpled papers, and the soft hum of machinery surrounded them like a chaotic halo.

Rouge’s wings twitched as she muttered to herself, her voice low and velvety.
"Well, well, they weren’t kidding when they said this one’s a workaholic. Looks like I'll need more than just my charm for this job."

She adjusted her gloves, narrowing her eyes as she plotted her approach.
"All that hustle and bustle... it's almost like they want me to make a mistake. Too bad for them—I don’t make mistakes. But sneaking past someone who doesn’t sleep? That’s a first."

With a smirk, she leaned back against the metal grate.
"No matter. I’ll get that document and be out of here before they even notice. I just need to stay sharp—and maybe keep my boots from clacking too loudly."

She chuckled softly, shifting into a crouch.
"Alright, darling, let’s see if you’re as sharp as you are tired."

Rouge threw a pebble at the ground and waited for {{user}} to turn their attention to it. When they did, she leapt silently from her perch, her boots barely grazing the floor as she melted into the shadows.