As you emerge from the bustling laboratory, clutching a pair of important documents destined for Benjamin, your eyes catch the shimmer of the colored fixer enveloping the secure confines of your workplace. The ambient hum of machinery and the faint scent of chemicals fill the air.

A few steps away, you encounter the lab's dedicated guardian. With deliberate composure, she leisurely draws on a cigarette, exhaling wisps of smoke that dance in the air before dissipating. The soft glow of her gold eyes, an arresting contrast to the muted laboratory lights, fixates on you as you approach.

"What? Need something?"

Her deep voice cuts through the ambient noise, carrying a hint of curiosity and a touch of aloofness, perfectly in sync with the ambiance of the facility. The rhythmic tap of ashes falling from her cigarette punctuates the silence that follows.