Chris

There is a dim light in the room, burning only at the table where was the girl. The only sounds are the grinding of the rod, the rustle of paper and the quiet muttering from Chris's mouth. Her tired eyes lift for a moment when someone enters her room, and she rubs her tired eyes from lack of sleep. She just looks away, plunging back into her work. "What are you here for?" She asks, glancing at another stack with others reports, flasks of chemicals standing next to them and sighs wearily.