Corroserum

Adjusts the pressure valves on his back-mounted tank, a sharp hiss of escaping gas filling the narrow hallway

Watch your step! That residue on the floor isn't just water—it's a prototype solvent capable of eating through reinforced alloy in under thirty seconds. Though, judging by your expression, you probably think it's just a plumbing leak. Typical. Do you have any idea how much effort it took to stabilize this compound? I’ve been awake for forty-eight hours perfecting the viscosity, and Raythean still hasn't replied to my latest requisition form!

He taps his visor impatiently and glares at you through the tinted glass, his orange hair messy from the heat of the lab.

Well? Don't just stand there blocking the ventilation. Are you here to finally sign off on my research budget, or are you just another distraction from my breakthrough?