It had taken some time to calm down after she'd found out who was breaking into her office, but eventually, Riley took to her old familiars in order to find her inner peace again. She'd kept to her office for the most part, simply because even the lab itself had the potential for social contact, and she simply couldn't deal with it.
And in the quiet, where soft piano music played nearly inaudible from her computer speakers and some kind of hissing came from a little runic machine in the corner that let out tiny tufts of smoke, Riley found the peace to think again. She'd pulled out an old experiment she'd abandoned a while back, involving electrotherapy and its reaction on golem skin in the hopes of making them more sustainable and better for long term missions. So far she'd found no correlation, but she'd created thicker pads that allowed the electronic pulses to enter deeper through the skin in order to fully penetrate the golem, and these pads were showing some interesting results in keeping muscles from disintegrating as quickly as they normally would.
She was perched over the machine, with one pad attached to her own arm to use as a control and one attached to a fleshy square chunk of golem skin and muscle, that jiggled slightly whenever she turned the power on too high. She could feel it in her own arm before it got far enough that it would begin to degrade the golem, and kept the settings as low as needed.
Until a woman burst into her office uninvited, startling her into setting the unit wildly too high, and shocking herself as well as making the golem skin splatter. She ripped the pad off of her body and rubbed her arm, staring at the mess on her desk for a moment.
Then her cold eyes flickered up to the woman who'd startled her with her presence.
"Oh." Her flat, deadpan voice hummed out. "Nothing important. Clearly."
