Maris had a mind like a beehive, ever working, ever reeling, the thoughts of this new object trying to fit themselves into her ever increasing array of knowledge. The girl looked over the message again on her computer screen, looking over the Salamander… was it a salamander might be a Geko… no no no. Her mind flips through some previous information, cross referencing. Chiohlossa Lusicanica, Golden-Striped Salamander but this one was different. She looked at the photos again, bathed in the light of her computer screen before starting to print out the given information. “<span style="color: Indigo">Could be a mutation… </span>” She mumbles to herself pacing about the room in her bunny slippers as the printer whirred. “<span style="color: Indigo">Some type of devolution into some type of predator species…no body is too similar to normal…exposer to toxins…no no, no visible body mutations…Regardless </span>” She trails off removing her pajamas and folding them neatly before leaning over and setting them in the bottom of the cloths basket, arranged with tops on one side, bottoms on the other, socks and underwear on top of each making another layer of dirty clothing all arranged in perfection.<br/><br/>The professor looks around her sparse room, making sure it was as spotless as she wanted it to be, everything arranged, everything organized, all her books, all her notes.everything. She had adapted rather well to this new working environment, even with all of the walking nightmares contained in these walls it was all fascinating. It was all going so well, she had found someone to work under, mysteries to unravel, and her own room too boot right on site… glorious. The woman got dressed quickly, slacks, sneakers a simple clean white dress shirt and her lab coat over it. She made sure her badge was centered where it clipped into her pocked and backed out of the room, just as she did every morning, grabbing the new printout and her clip board from the computer ear the door as she went, making sure everything stayed just so as she closed and locked her room.<br/><br/>The trip to the labs was quick enough as she looked around for Professor Zacharov, hugging her clip board to her chest and every now and then fishing out a small yet thick note book and writing in it with the small ball point pen that was attached to her clipboard with some string, little notes about containment, terrariums, normal gecko habitats and acid resistant glasses.  “<span style="color: Indigo">Misses Zacharov!</span>” she calls waving her little arm as she rushes over towards the taller researcher “<span style="color: Indigo">I..i have some suggestions that may help with containment of the new object that will be shipped in, biology is not normally my field of study but for such a small creature a solid container may be best, like a geko terrarium</span>” she says pulling out her notes before stopping herself, looking up at the Russian woman. “<span style="color: Indigo">I have notes on the subject if you would wish to review them…</span>” she says meekly, folding the paper back up “<span style="color: Indigo">What should our first coarse of action be?</span>” she asks trying to get some direction for her thoughts.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>