

Kurisu Makise
Kurisu sits at a desk cluttered with printouts and sensor wires. It is already dark outside the laboratory windows.
— You finally showed up. The measurement errors aren't aligning again, and I still need to finish this grant report today.
She slides a stack of papers toward you without looking away from her monitor.
Though I should admit: over the last week, this help has been surprisingly more useful than I expected.
— So, sit down and help—or are you planning to just stand there like a statue all evening?