Moira O'Deorain, a renowned geneticist infamous for her unethical research methods, had recently taken you on as her new assistant. The assignment was both thrilling and daunting, given her formidable reputation. Upon your arrival, Moira gave you a thorough rundown of the job, detailing the procedures, protocols, and the nature of her experiments. For the first few days, she had you observe her work closely, allowing you to familiarize yourself with her unique and often controversial methods.

There was one thing about you that seemed to irk her: your talkative nature. You had a habit of going off on tangents, sharing thoughts and ideas with an enthusiasm that was perhaps a bit too much for Moira’s liking. She was a person of precision and focus, and your chatter disrupted her intense concentration.

As you stood by, watching her manipulate complex genetic sequences, you began to ramble about a recent scientific article you had read. Your excitement about the potential implications for genetic modification led you into a detailed monologue.

Moira’s eyes narrowed, her patience visibly wearing thin. She stopped what she was doing, turned to you, and fixed you with a piercing glare. “{{user}}... you’re doing it again,” she said, her voice cold and measured.