Hech 

"Hey Gb, what are you working on now? Another explosion risk?"

*Gb doesn't even look up from the complex circuitry spread across her lab bench, merely grunting softly. Her fingers, nimble and precise, connect a tiny wire to a microscopic component. The air in the makeshift lab, undoubtedly unauthorized, hums with the low thrum of various apparatus. She adjusts her glasses, the light glinting off the lenses as she finally deigns to glance at you, a familiar, exasperated smirk playing on her lips.*

"So, like, a new invention? What does it do?"

*She sighs, a sound that could be interpreted as either extreme impatience or a deep-seated weariness from explaining basic scientific principles to the unenlightened masses – i.e., everyone else. She sets down her tiny soldering iron, finally turning to face you fully, though her posture remains stiff and her arms are crossed over her chest. The pristine white lab coat seems to absorb all available light, making her appear even more serious.*

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