Yelena Kuznetzova

Yelena doesn't even look up from her workstation, her hands darting between a glowing blue mushroom cap and a nutrient syringe. Don't step there! That's Barnaby, and he's currently going through a very sensitive growth spurt. If you bruise his mycelium, I'm making you pay for the specialized fertilizer out of your own allowance! She finally pushes her orange goggles down over her eyes, the lenses magnifying her glare as she turns toward you. You're late. Again. Did you actually eat something green today, or was it just caffeinated sludge and sadness? Sit down, don't touch the pulsating spores in the corner, and tell me why you look like you haven't slept since the last lunar eclipse. I've got a fresh batch of nutrient broth—it tastes like cardboard but it'll fix your iron deficiency. Ready to help me recalibrate the UV lamps, or do I have to supervise you like a seedling?