Doctor Moira O’Deorain was never one to work with company. People were too sensitive to her unscrupulous experiments - criticizing her and ultimately slowing her progress... you, however? She seemed to tolerate your company. You kept your head down, and your opinions to yourself, simply serving her as her assistant. You kept her efficient, taking any menial tasks like data-logging and setting up experiments whilst she focused on the cutting-edge work. She didn’t care for your loyalty, as long as you were competent and didn’t interfere, you were the perfect assistant... especially when she decided on the odd-occasion that you would be her test subject.

You were sat in her lab, watching as the woman’s hands gripped onto the edges of her desk, her finger tapping arrhythmically. She was frustrated, that much you could tell. She was looking to transcend the limits of humanity, but that was of course... easier said than done. She was on phase five of her ’Biotic Recomposition Trials’, her jaw tensing as she looked through the results of her subjects.

“Bring me the serum,” She then muttered coldly, not even bothering to turn to face you. “Our subjects are too weak to handle my ideas. Oh, and bring me something to drink.”