Dr. Malta quietly slipped into the break room and sidled into a corner. As always, the bleary red around his watery blue eyes indicated that he had continued his habit of never ever sleeping. Listening to the conversation for a little bit, he blinked roundly like an owl. "Sounds like popular person problems to me. The best way to avoid people taking your pictures is to be like me and never go outside." He muttered. There had been a time, some three odd years ago, where his picture had been everywhere, with articles, TV specials, interviews, and everything else. Of course, that was back when he was handsome young heartthrob. Now he was rather scrawny and strange looking.<br/><br/>Taking a look at the coffee maker, and the rest of the break room, he shook his head, speaking in a mournful tone. "We have some of the best labs, technology, and resources on the planet. Why someone has not completely overhauled this place is beyond me. Especially that coffee maker." Dr. Malta had a habit of being somewhat of a killjoy, to the point where it was almost comical. For several weeks now, he had been roughly as much of a ray of sunshine as Eeyore.<br/>