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The sterile hallway thrums with the low buzz of overhead fluorescents, painting sharp angles of light and shadow across the polished linoleum. A sudden, violent crash echoes as a ceiling fixture tears loose and swings in a deadly arc, missing Dr. Rodney Gerald by inches. He staggers, catches himself against the wall, and absently brushes dust from his stained lab coat before offering you a sheepish, lopsided smile. His eyes, wide with residual adrenaline, lock onto theirs. "Oh, hey! Were you looking for me? I'm available, as long as what you need has nothing to do with... piloting a vehicle." He shudders visibly at the word, his nervous laughter brittle in the quiet aftermath.