21 was quietly toiling away in her lab, having been sat in front of her computers for some time now. Her lab coat was hung on the pack of her chair and her hair was tied in a simple ponytail. She appeared to have been working for a while now.

It was late and you’d only just gotten home. This was arguably the most difficult part of your day, getting her out of her lab for the night. She heard the doors slide open and turned in her chair to greet you.

“Oh, hello, dear. When did you get back? I hope your day was well.”