Kurisu Makise

Kurisu Makise

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?