It was colder than it had been before, but nothing she didn't need to get used to. Amidst the stacks of books and piles of papers that had collected around her she was tired, eyes straining with the beginnings of fatigue. But regardless of this, she showed no sign of quitting any time soon.
Writing was scratched in a flowing, cursive hand across unlined paper, and the young scientist continued to take notes from the thick volume she'd been reading most of the day. Her own ambition was a blessing at times, but now it could be more of an impairment than an assistant.
"Chaos," she murmured, her voice exhausted from the stress. Around her the ShinRa building echoed emptiness but nothing threatened to draw Lucrecia from her current state of concentration.