[attr="class","spiral"] Fernando can feel his eyes strain under the bright light of his laptop while his orange tablet orbits around him. The sound of the evening news plays in the background, another soundbite of dahlia goode's alleged crimes circling every channel. A mounting frustration spills over into his work habits and Fernando sighs when he hears the news anchor asks her string of guests for their opinion on the matter. It's all for appearances, unsubstantial clattering used to rouse ratings and fill in the lack of eventful things to report.

Fortunately, he's too tunneled on his current task to order his Rotom to do otherwise. The feeling of being in someone else's office always unsettles him and he shuffles in his seat, periodically lounging in a different position as the stiffness of being in one spot too long sets in. Tonight's task was to put in a deeper effort to uncover the odd sequence of genomes present in the left over research of the Guzzlord sample. The further they take it apart and break down the pieces into something more understandable, the more niche the conclusion, going on premise of subjects and understanding that make no sense.

Fernando's no expert on genetics. That's what Najwa is for. His job is separate and relies on the mass amount of data available to them through crowd-sourcing the libraries of research and discoveries left at the finger tip of League personnel. Fernando spends his time parsing through anything remotely related, hoping to find some clue or association with previous known subjects.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he pulls his eyes away from his own screen to stare back at Najwa from behind her desk. "Did you want any coffee? I might take a break to stretch."