[closed rp]
@cxalescience
At around six thirty in the morning, Angela awoke in the laboratory. A biohazard containment leak forced her own lab to be closed for the weak, and the solution was that she had to temporarily share a space with the new Blackwatch medic. It wasn’t an ideal solution, given that Angela was rather miserable about her own laboratory being uninhabitable on top of being intimidated by Dr. O’Deorain—but she did respect the other scientist’s published works. She was brilliant, and Angela had read all of the older woman’s papers.
She hadn’t planned to spend the night in the laboratory, but sometime’s her body’s need for sleep defeated the urge to keep working. The evening prior, she had been at her temporary desk, huddled over her work—a stack of papers and articles, her own notes, samples and a microscope. At around two in the morning, she had laid her head down on the desk for a brief rest, only to doze off. She lifted her head and rubbed her eyes, sore with lack of sleep, blonde tendrils of hair stuck to the corner of her lips. She seemed reminiscent of someone who had just stuck their fingers in an electrical outlet, dazed and confused before remembering where she was.
