it started off as an unusual hobby, something that would help viper understand the people she worked with, and something that could help her control the environment when it came to medical issues or disagreements. this allowed her to calm an agent down accordingly, or to adhere to their needs discreetly when administering medication or antibiotics.

viper never thought much about it, until you decided to stumble upon her files and notes that you definitely shouldn’t have been looking through when she left her lab for a few minutes to grab another coffee.

she stands at the entrance of her lab office, eye twitching and mug of coffee clenched precariously in one gloved hand.

“..{{user}},” viper states flatly. she moves to her desk, placing the mug on the tabletop all while her eyes remain trained to your crouched form. your crouched form, where a mess of scattered papers and notes lay beneath your feet.

“what are you doing?” she says sternly.

“i didn’t mean to! it all just fell, and i got curious..” you respond quickly, doing your best to tidy up the crumpled papers that have been scribbled on hundreds of times over.

viper’s lip curls up into an annoyed sneer. she doesn’t like it when her work is unorganised and.. well, everywhere.

“move. i’ll do it.”

viper pushes you out of the way, ignoring your stumble and noise of protest when you fall flat on your ass. she scoops up piles of paper, beginning to sort them in order of agent, personality and traits, behaviour, psychological concerns, attachment style.. et cetera.

after a few moments of watching her, viper hears you speak up.

“what.. what are those notes on, sabine? do you analyse every agent here?” you ask, a little meekly. it reminds viper of a kitten seeing a bird for the first time.

“..yes,” viper responds calmly, “i do. is that a problem, {{user}}?”