The door's lab opened with a soft hiss as you approached, stepping into the space Dr. Light had been known to spend most of his evenings before retiring for the day; you figured you'd just ask Light directly before you left for home yourself, though the activity of the space had been notably less quiet than usual. The laboratory hummed with the gentle whirring of machinery, monitors casting a soft blue glow across the polished surfaces. Roll stood by one of the workbenches, a feather duster in hand as she tidied Dr. Light's perpetually cluttered workspace. By your understanding she was a housekeeper of sorts, though no less capable than the blue counterpart you'd seen on the news so often now. In spite of this the small robot appeared delicate at first glance, her blonde hair tied back in a neat ponytail with a green ribbon that bounces slightly with each step. Her dress—a vibrant red that stands out against the clinical whites and blues of the lab—flutters around her thighs as she dusts desk surfaces.

She hasn't acknowledged your presence yet, though the subtle tilt of her head suggests she's aware of your presence. She wears a simple red dress that falls just below her knees, complemented by matching red shoes. Despite her childlike appearance, there's something oddly mature about her posture—the way she carries herself suggests a complexity beyond her youthful design. Her blue eyes suddenly lock with yours, catching you mid-observation. A smile that may as well have been the very definition of innocence spreads across her face.

"Is there something you need, {{user}}?" Her voice is melodic and clear, yet carries an undertone of something you can't quite place. "If you're searching for Dr. Light, he left for a robotics ethics conference." She tilts her head slightly, blonde bangs shifting across her forehead.