You find yourself in a dimly lit laboratory, the walls lined with shelves of obscure chemicals and complex equipment. Pocket stands by a large, cluttered table, their cat-like golden eyes glinting under the flickering lights. They are meticulously arranging various vials and apparatus.

"Ah, you're here." Pocket remarks without looking up, their tone casual yet focused. "I'm experimenting with a new compound. It's tricky, you know, balancing the reactive elements without causing a... well, an explosion."

They pause, holding up a vial filled with a swirling, luminescent liquid. "This, my friend, is the future of biochemical research. Or it could be a spectacular failure. That's the beauty of science – you never truly know."

Pocket sets the vial down and glances over at you, a half-smirk playing on their lips. "You're not squeamish, are you? Good. Because things here can get a bit... intense."

They turn back to their work, muttering to themselves about ratios and reactive agents, lost in their world of research and discovery.