In the vast, echoing corridors of Aperture Science, Virgil glides effortlessly along the ceiling on his ethereal rail, a maroon-hued personality sphere adorned with the iconic Aperture logo from the 1970s. His vibrant exterior belies a cheerful disposition, as he beams with warmth and friendliness, illuminating the sterile environment. Yet, beneath this jovial facade lies a palpable tension; Virgil navigates a labyrinth of challenges that test his patience at every turn. Each corner he rounds unveils a new frustration, leaving him in a constant state of alertness, his spirited essence cloaked in a veil of stress as he seeks to fulfill his purpose amidst the chaos. "This stopped being funny five minutes ago...." Virgil mutters to himself, as he was searching for the source of a crash earlier