<strong>Alta C. Riley - In the Science Lab</strong><br/><br/>Another minute and another number to crunch. Alta sat at a lab table surrounded by numbers, graphs, calculations, equations and other forms of data scribbled on paper. She had recently been looking into the structure of the vault and how well it's mechanized parts should do before breaking, how much wear they should have, and if they should be replaced and in what time. Granted a lot of this was hard to figure out and most of it required guessing but this is why she was brought it. She could take the math, the numbers and apply them in a more definitive way. She was a number crunching, lab coat wearing, nerd. Her thin frame sat on her chair while she went through all of her data.<br/><br/>It could get overwhelming but this is what Alta was good at. Putting in the time to answer questions to help other departments. If it meant looking into biomechanics problems to help doctors, or things like this to help the engineers. Not her favorite thing to do but she was very good at it. Her thin fingers continued to scribble away as se got lost in her work that morning. She had been at it for quite some time but when she really got into things like this it was almost hard to shake herself out of it. She wasn't easily distracted and truly loved her work but wished she could focus more on the things she liked more, like particle physics and such. There wasn't much use for it and she always tried to contribute where she could, even if it meant re-writing notes and data from years before to better keep it and update that information.<br/><br/>After a deep breath to organize her thoughts she scanned the lab and saw a few others and then pulled one of her long, jump suit clad legs to her chest and continued to work. Her lab coat wrapped around her body and feel covered by plain leather boots. Someone women dressed more femininely but she stayed comfortable and practical. She didn't want to wear uncomfortable shoes, because that would be the day she had to work with chemists and then god only knows what she'd spill on herself if she tripped in said shoes. After another sigh she looked at her math and started double checking everything finding it all a bit unhelpful. Most of it was inconclusive but would give some hints to how things were working. She'd let her senior advisor check it and then she could report it to who it needed to be reported to. Unless someone else wanted to take the credit for her work, again. Whatever. She thought to herself as she fixed some things and cleaned up all the side notes.