The base is quiet, thankfully. No news good news, as they say. Frenchie has been cooped up in a secluded room, music blaring as he tinkers with away. Not for any particular reason, it's something that helps him get his mind off things.

Messing with highly reactive chemicals after having taken unprescribed adderall wouldn't be considered a good idea by many, but he was self confident. Of course, he inevitably burns himself with the corrosive acid, hissing in pain. "Chier-" Pulling his ungloved hand away, he huffs to himself, turning the music off and walking out to rinse his hands, inevitably running into you on his way. As he's running his finger under the sink, he peers around. "Just us here?"