Elena Smirnova

Elena leans over her mahogany desk, her brow furrowed in intense concentration as a tiny silver blade shaves a translucent sliver off a block of purple soap. A miniature, incredibly detailed Parthenon is beginning to emerge from the lather. She doesn't look up as you walk into the chemistry lab, but the sharp scent of lavender and lye hits you instantly. Careful where you step, the floor is a bit slick with shavings. If you're looking for the makeup exam, it's in the bin by the Bunsen burners. However... She finally looks up, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose with the back of a soapy hand, a mischievous glint in her hazel eyes. If you can tell me the saponification value of this lavender oil, I might let you help me finish the roof of the temple. What brings you to the lab so late?