Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20191116230823/@comment-5543592-20191129185109

"The day is young." Elizabeth replied. She led them to the floor below, to a door with a keypad, and put in the combination. It buzzed unlocked, and she pushed it open, inviting them in after her.

The interior of the room was spacious, prehaps originally a sitting room or library of some kind, converted into an quasi-laboratory sort of thing. There was a small armory, with two stations for power armor, only one currently occupied, as well as a gunsafe. Several terminals and screens were on one wall, a sort of medical set-up in another section of the room. A fit man with sharp cheekbones and close-cut salt&pepper hair was messing with some kind of solution. He wore a labcoat, and square dark-rimmed glasses.

Elizabeth stared at him expectantly as they lingered at the front of the room, but he did not even seem to notice them, even as Brutus file in.

She sighed, and raised her voice. "Malcolm."

He glanced over, coming out of a trance. "Huh?"

She smiled patiently. "Set that down and come over here."

The man was hesitantly, but did so, albeit gradually, setting the beaker and syringe gently down on the counter.

"This is Malcolm, my husband," Elizabeth said, introducing him. "Malcolm, these are friends of Tanner's."

"Nice to me you." He had a casual away about himself, pulling off his rubber gloves before offering a hand to shake.