Octavius' lab (locked from everyone but Dr. Harbor)

[deadly_octavius]

He waits at a desk, writing in a notebook at furious speed. His actuators are coiled at his feet. The room is dark, save for a small desk lamp. Another door, closed, leads to his actual lab.

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[letstalkshop]

Del knocked, slightly nervous. She had planned to bring Doctor Watson with her, but the older woman had been unavailable. But she'd left details about where she was, and when she expected to return. Every possible precaution. She wouldn't have come, but this possibility... She couldn't let it slip past her.

[deadly_octavius]

The door opened for her and Octavius was across the room at the desk. He looked up, sunglasses still in place in the dim of the room, and gave her a slight, businesslike smile.

"Dr. Harbor. Come in."

If she looks, the actuators are behind the door, having opened it for her when she knocked.

[letstalkshop]

She wheeled herself in, smiling. "We've started getting telemetry from the tranceivor you set up. It's ideal, thank you."

[deadly_octavius]

"Hnn. It's a nice design." He pushed himself away from the desk and turned in the chair, rolling over closer to her. He withdrew a penlight from the stereotypical white lab coat he had on.

"Any allergies? Drug reactions?" he asked as he checked her pupils for proper dilation.