although the laboratories aren’t tucked away in the lower levels of the submarine, it feels like they might be; it’s always colder here. regularly, perhaps this zone would be untouched save for the head scientists and those under their employ, but recent events resulted in the two former megalopolan generals being settled into the holding area adjacent to the labs.

dominic watches the older one - a captive courtesy of him and his team from mauville - through the one-way mirror with an impassive, though almost verging on curious, expression. it’s a glorified cell, and it’s honestly better than the man deserves.

he turns slowly when he hears footsteps approaching down the corridor. "eva. you liking your new neighbours?" dominic says after a moment as he inclines his head toward the glass.

Eva Dumont