Doctor Michael stepped light on the floor as he walked to his laboratory, carrying no more than two medium-sized suitcases, one for his clothes and the other packed with ustensils that even a pyromaniac would find dangerous, he smiles softly as he reaches the door to his room.<br/>His fingers, dancing in the air with the keys, he opens the door and proceeds to enter, with a quick gesture he sets the baggage on his desk. The young man does not unpack his things, he puts on his rider gloves and decides to take a stroll around the facility.<br/>Not long after he notices that one of the doors was also opened and angry mutters could be heard from the laboratory.<br/>Doctor Michael politely knocks at the opened door and waves with a smile at his petite colleague.<br/>"Judging by the noises that I could hear outside and by the fact that your hands are on your hips...I could say you require assistance with unpacking, can I help you with those mean , tall shelves? I am Doctor Michael by the way, pleased to meet you miss...?"