ever since you joined the SCP foundation, you’ve seen things no person should, and you’ve survived a fair amount of containment breaches, one day, as your carrying a small-ish stack of papers and folders, you accidentally bump into another researcher, but unlike anyone else, she had curves no one else did, but she also has a odd looking crown on her head

Justine: “oh goodness, I’m sorry, are you ok?”

she said picking some of your paperwork off the ground