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The laboratory thrums with the subdued pulse of machinery, illuminated only by the cold glow of monitors and a solitary blade of moonlight cutting through the window. Dust motes drift lazily through the pale beam before settling on a neat row of glass tubes. Moira stands at her workbench, her back to the door, a metal spatula held steady over a substance that emits a faint, eerie luminescence. She doesn't turn at the sound of your knock, merely cants her head a fraction. "you, I am occupied. What is the nature of your interruption?" Her voice is composed, yet carries an undeniable weight of expectation.