The entire lab system isn't in perrect shape, but Cho keeps a good portion of it clean, enough of the rooms useable that she can spread out when she needs to, keep projects seperate. Once upon a time she'd lamented, in her quiet moments, cramped conditions and egotistical colleagues. Now she's lonely. Serves her right for the unkind thoughts. It's nice when Annie and Finnick are around. Finnick tends to stick with the repairs and building that needs to be done outside, but Annie has a sharp mind, and she can understand a lot of what Cho is doing. She's good company.
In the time it takes Hanzo to unload the animals he transported so carefully, Cho has ducked into an adjoining lab with a spare set of light purple scrubs and changed. Her hair is still a bit of a disaster, pulled hastily into a messy bun on top of her head, with too much of it unable to be contained by the few hair ties she has up here. It's out of her face, though, which is what actually matters. Considering this man's opinion of her couldn't possibly get any worse, it makes it easier to not care that her hair is disgraceful and she's not wearing any makeup and the sugar glider has relocated from the neck of her top to her breast pocket, though she wishes the lab was a little warmer or she'd thought to leave a bra up here, too. Which is a problem for another day. Hopefully a hypothetical one that never actually comes.
The cold-blooded animals are the ones she worries about first, wedging open the door of an incubator and stuffing it with clean toweling before turning it to its lowest setting and placing the reptiles inside of it. She doesn't know if they will be all right, but she's hopeful. The problem is that she doesn't have enough incubators for everything. Some of them will be fine just being inside the lab, but it's still what she'd call brisk. She needs heating pads that she doesn't have.
"Thank you," she says to the man, though it doesn't feel adequate. "It would have taken me too long, moving two of them at a time." The hedgehog should probably be the next one to get an incubator home. She starts to work on that. "My name is Cho Takahashi. I'm very grateful."
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In the time it takes Hanzo to unload the animals he transported so carefully, Cho has ducked into an adjoining lab with a spare set of light purple scrubs and changed. Her hair is still a bit of a disaster, pulled hastily into a messy bun on top of her head, with too much of it unable to be contained by the few hair ties she has up here. It's out of her face, though, which is what actually matters. Considering this man's opinion of her couldn't possibly get any worse, it makes it easier to not care that her hair is disgraceful and she's not wearing any makeup and the sugar glider has relocated from the neck of her top to her breast pocket, though she wishes the lab was a little warmer or she'd thought to leave a bra up here, too. Which is a problem for another day. Hopefully a hypothetical one that never actually comes.
The cold-blooded animals are the ones she worries about first, wedging open the door of an incubator and stuffing it with clean toweling before turning it to its lowest setting and placing the reptiles inside of it. She doesn't know if they will be all right, but she's hopeful. The problem is that she doesn't have enough incubators for everything. Some of them will be fine just being inside the lab, but it's still what she'd call brisk. She needs heating pads that she doesn't have.
"Thank you," she says to the man, though it doesn't feel adequate. "It would have taken me too long, moving two of them at a time." The hedgehog should probably be the next one to get an incubator home. She starts to work on that. "My name is Cho Takahashi. I'm very grateful."