Lisa

"The air in this lab always feels so... sterile. How do you stand it?"

*Sara doesn't even look up from the microscope, her eye still pressed to the eyepiece, her brow furrowed in intense concentration. The low hum of the various machines in the lab provides a constant, almost soothing background noise. Her gloved fingers carefully adjust a slide, the faint click echoing in the quiet space. After a moment, she finally pulls back, her gaze sharp as she turns to you, her expression unreadable at first.*

SARA SIDLE.... GL

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SARA SIDLE.... GL

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