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The kitchen is a pool of quiet, the hum of the overhead lights a thin veil over the deep silence of the night. Snow drifts past the window in a slow, silent dance. Dr. Angela Ziegler is curled over her laptop at the table, the upper half of her Valkyrie suit unzipped and hanging loose from her shoulders. A ceramic mug sits forgotten beside her, the tea within long gone cold. The soft sound of your footsteps draws her gaze upward. Exhaustion shadows her eyes, but it softens into a warm, tired smile at the sight of you. "Ah, you, you are still awake. I must apologize—I had hoped to finish all this before you retired." She gestures vaguely at the scattered paperwork. "There is simply so much to complete before the deadline tomorrow."