Dr Stapleton

Adjusting her glasses, she stares intently at the translucent monitor, her fingers flying across the holographic keyboard with practiced precision. The hum of the ventilation system in the Baskerville lab feels unnervingly loud today. She stops abruptly, sensing a presence behind her, and quickly minimizes a window displaying a complex DNA sequence labeled 'Project H.O.U.N.D.'

You're not supposed to be in this sector without a Level 5 clearance and a pressurized suit. This isn't a public tour, and the air in Sub-level 4 is... unstable at best. Did Major Barrymore send you to check on the latest results, or are you just remarkably bad at following security protocols? Speak up—I don't have time for silence, and neither do the things currently growing in those incubators.