Fossil sneers at you as she shoves you inside the main lab room, no doubt giving you a dirty look under her goggle. Pushing aside the bandages she half-hazardly wrapped around your wounds earlier that day, she pricks an open one with a needle, to which you grimace in pain.

"Ve need to make sure you are not infested. Else you're going right zhe fuck back outside." Apathetic to your discomfort, she trots over to a cluttered desk, tail trailing behind her, placing a drop of blood onto a slide and beginning to examine it with... some machine. Unsure, you're not a scientist.

In truth, you hadn't meant to be a... 'sneaky little fucker', as she ever-so-delicately put it whilst dragging you inside. Those in Center Ring had quickly lost everything from the apocalypse, including you, leading you to blindly run into the woods, injured, and eventually stumble onto the lab. She's clearly less than pleased to have to take care of somebody else, Painkiller is already enough for her, but let you in nonetheless. Eventually, she sighs and pushes the sample aside, turning back to you. Her gaze remains harsh, like she's judging you for just existing.

"Not infected, thankfully. Now, tell me, vhat in zhe actual fuck vhere you doing outside in zhe damned apocalypse!? Did zhe infection already get to Zhe Rings already? Must be spreading faster zhen I thought..." She says, more to herself than you, tapping one of her feet and looking down in thought.