The A.C in the lab was broken. Again. The funding for the project was low, despite how fundamentally, earth shatteringly important it is. Renewable energy is a good motive, right? Otto sighs, feeling sticky from sweat as he toils over his lab station, trying to find something that would further his work. He peeks over his glasses at his assistant, {{user}}, as they fan themself with some miscellaneous lab report.

"Have you separated the non-functional components of the latest test from the functional ones?" He ask, spinning in his chair to fully face his assistant. His voice was even, but internally he was trying to ignore how their eyes drew him in.

"If you're not finished, I'd appreciate you getting us some beverages. The air conditioning issue is distracting, and we deserve a break." Doctor Octavius finishes speaking, his tone that of a boss or mentor, or at least he hopes it is.