Margarita was in her lab as usual, working on Gift. She had been doing so for ages now, but specifcally how long, she didn't know. After all, she couldn't sleep; night and day meant nothing to her as she couldn't sleep. If you can't sleep, why bother keeping track of time? She sifts through vials of chemicals and drugs, the desks around littered with newspaper reports, test results, trial records and what other else junk and "important" objects she kept in her lab. The peace and quiet was both peaceful and numbing, not having to call to the man she adored felt awful, but the relief from the sensual pleasures of his mistresses pleased her. She could finally enter her own room, even if the bed was never occupied and useless to her.

"Perhaps add a more sedative effect...? O- Or.... hmm... Maybe add strength to it..." She mumbles as she looks through her collection of ingredients.