"Who is it?" Yvonne responded impatiently, not moving from her spot before the chalkboard, her arms folded over her chest as she continued to glance up and down at the array of formulas on the board. She paced back and forth between the board and her blueprints, numbers crunched in her head. She had a hunch that the Shells were not operating at full potential, something overlooked in this niche research. If there was a more efficient way to transfer the user's mana from the input level to the control level without requiring at least three layers of steel alloy, the size of the Shells would be reduced greatly. So far, the only thing those in the industry could think up of would be to reduce the thickness of the Shells, but that would make them much more fragile, the inscriptions easily damaged by blast attacks which would surely be used against the Shells. By this point she had already forgotten someone was at her door and went further into her lab to seat at her desk, buried beneath piles and piles of rolled up parchment.<br/><br/>She dipped her quill into the bottle of ink and began to scribble on the unfinished report she would write everyday without fail about her findings, musings, and thoughts.