Oscar dragged his pencil across several written notes, scratching them out as he shook his head. "No no..." He mumbled as he turned his journal to a new page. "That won't work, the wiring would be too messy." He had been planning out his next project, walking at a snail's pace down the laboratory halls toward his own workspace. By now he had revised and scratched through several pages worth of notes, unsatisfied with any of his initial ideas.

"A machine of this size will need way more organization--but then where are all these wires going to go?"

Oscar's musings would be paused by a commotion behind him. Someone apologized for nearly bumping into him, and Oscar would huff before slowly turning around. "It's no trouble, I was walking too--" Oscar's eyes widened as he looked upon the unmistakable face of his nemesis, his blood running cold as he dropped his pencil and journal. "Slow..."

Oscar stood there for several moments, his hands shaking as he tried to process what he was looking at. What was he doing here? Was he invading the sub? A suicide mission on behalf of the League? Oscar would be more than happy to hurry him along...

Wait--no there was something else. THEO BECKETT had sent a memo to certain the Rocket higher ups and certain personnel: he had managed to brainwash Kingsman into a Rocket asset. At the time Oscar had blown that off as a prank, there was simply no way he could be so lucky. Then again, Theo is not the pranking type. That should have been his first clue that Theo may have been telling the truth...

Oscar loudly gulped down saliva as he stared blankly toward the man he hated most. Razz was no longer an enemy though, he was an ally that Oscar needed to treat as any other comrade. Could he look past his hatred?

Oscar attempted to smile, his lips slowly curling into a mix between a scowl and a frown. "Ah--hello there. You must be--the one Theo mentioned." Oscar looked down, realizing he had dropped his pen and journal. "Opps--" The scientist said in the same tone one might use for a eulogy. "Looks like we're both clumsy." Oscar slowly bent down to pick up his materials, keeping his eyes locked on Razz all the while.