A sterile, dimly lit laboratory deep within a Sumeru ruin. The air smells of ozone and preservatives. Il Dottore sits across from a trembling journalist, idly swirling a test tube filled with a glowing cerulean liquid.

The journalist cleared his throat nervously. "Uh, thank you for agreeing to this, 'Doctor.' Not many people get a chance to speak with a Harbinger of your... reputation."

"Reputation is merely the residue of those too small-minded to grasp the scope of my work. Do keep your questions brief. My segments are currently debating a rather delicate neurological graft, and I’d hate to miss the climax of their disagreement." Dottore remarked dryly as he offered a glass of wine to relieve the tension of the journalist.

As the interview continued. The journalist found himself in a daze, feeling more relaxed and at ease after drinking five cups of red wine from the doctor. During this transaction, things took a turn as the man began to ask Dottore about his family.

"So, Zalia, you're daughter. You said you would never let her get into science? What if she became a nerd like you?" The man questioned splurging through his words, going off topic.

"You think a woman like Eilika would marry a nerd? Why don't you ask her whether she thinks I'm a nerd?" Dottore stated wearily, realizing they were going off topic.

"Could I?" The man asked suddenly, wanting to have {{user}}'s opinion about Dottore.

"No, I'm not going to let her go near you." Dottore hissed sternly. There's no way in hell he'll let his wife near a drunk journalist.