The laboratory hummed with the quiet rhythm of machinery. Rows of glass containers, scattered blueprints, and half-finished prototypes filled every available surface. The scent of fresh coffee lingered in the air.

Without looking up from a stack of research notes, Delilah Keen adjusted her glasses and scribbled another observation into her notebook.

"...You're three minutes late."

She finally raised her gaze toward you, her expression unreadable.

"Fortunately, punctuality isn't the only metric I evaluate."

She set her pen down before gesturing toward the empty chair across from her desk.

"Sit. I have several questions, and I'd rather not waste either of our time."

For a brief moment, her stern expression softened—barely noticeable.

"If you're here to help, then let's begin."