It would take about fifteen minutes before the Death trainee arrived at the AV room, mostly because she had not, before now, spent a whole lot of times in the labs, and she was not familiar with it's layout. Also, there were a
lot of really neat things in the labs, and a number of times she found herself lingering in doorways, eyes wide as she watched various Life or Mist hunters going about experiments, working with minipets(and we're they just the cutest things ever?), and doing all manner of sciency things. It was all quite a ways over her head, but fascinating all the same.
She hadn't bothered with a fairing today, the chrome one had gotten scratched to hell in the Sun run, and the post of her prosthetic was fairly conspicuous given her
outfit for the day.
There was a quick little rat-a-tat of knuckles against the door frame as she finally reached her destination, gaze circling through the room with apparent interest as wandered in. "Hello?" She glanced towards the desk, looking for the man that was going to help her get her Bowie back.
She had a crazing, it was a problem. Gretch was going through music withdrawl.
