Lab 7 was far from the bread and butter of ASG, one was subjected to as many experimental drugs you invent, implying you're that good at inventing drugs. Plenty died in the experiments, but hey, that's science. That said, it certainly had its benefits. There were great benefits, the insurance covered just about everything, the pay was pretty darn steady, and perhaps least importantly but most quaint, a soda fountain with just about any flavour and brand one could imagine. It's supposed to be used to help wash down ingestible medications, but most, including Christmas, use it as a spot to generally loiter around and get out of buying one with her lunch. Free soda and a little time away from the other nurses? Yes, please.
Of course, it wasn't all just about her time. She couldn't help but notice the other regular there. He was handsome enough, tall, thin, and pale with a long yet neat head of black hair on his head. He had a rather piercing set of eyes behind a pair of slightly tweaked glasses, the kind that hold limitless ambition. The eyes of a leader, she'd think to herself. What was his name again? She couldn't remember. She just knew he was a member, and subject, of the psychic experiments committee. Christmas couldn't help but commend the guy on that, everyone who's done the experiments so far has died in every way except pretty and peaceful. It probably attributed to his somewhat sickly physique, but he hid this fairly well behind a rather heavy looking overcoat. The best peeks at the frail build of the guy would be at his desk, where the coat was shed to reveal the dress shirt and somewhat loose tie beneath.
Christmas quickly brought her mind back to her current task. Even for a Lab 7 employee, it was a bit on the creepy side to mentally break down your peer. If she /really/ wanted to know this guy better, she'd just talk to him.
Not a bad idea...