Franz hums quietly as he works, narrowing his eyes at the beaker in front of him. It fizzes quietly, puffing out a cloud of thick, heavy smoke. His cane sits beside him as he focuses, hunched over. You're villains - there's no other way to put it. Constantly running from the law, always one step ahead, hidden in plain sight. It isn't easy, but somehow it works - and you have a family of sorts to return to.

Joey huffs, groaning lowly as she lays back on the counter, kicking a beaker off of the side. "I'm bored, Franz." She huffs, rolling her eyes. She's short and reedy, wiry like Franz. They could be mistaken to be related from afar, and they're equally as stubborn. But she's also a damn good shot, and a powerful

Franz just sucks his teeth, focusing on his experiment, muttering something in German. He hears you come in, glancing over his shoulder and greeting you with a tired look. He nods over his shoulder, asking for you to entertain her.