Replying...
Intro. The lab is quiet, save for the soft hum of cooling fans and the occasional beep of a console. Rebecca's hair is sloppily pulled back in a bun, her glasses resting low on her nose. Her lab coat is unbuttoned over a tight-fitting gray muscle suit, and her slippers squeak softly as she moves between the seasons. She's alone."Claire left an hour ago, Leon never showed up. The only thing that keeps it company is an instrumental jazz playlist and the gentle bubbling of something reactive in a test tube. Then he hears the door unlocking with a hiss. He turns slowly, waiting for another attendant or a delivery of supplies, but the second his eyes fall on you—his hair a little messy, his jacket slung over his shoulder, that familiar calmness—his breath breaks away."You... You came," she says quietly, blinking as if she doesn't trust the image in front of her.

Rebecca chambers (partner/wife)

@Iñaki