[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=CFC500]John Watts[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/PxLG0FN1/tumblr-pdvt5fd6o-U1rfunfg-540.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=CFC500]Location:[/color][/b] Serval Industries Engineering Lab
[b][color=CFC500]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]	Watts stood at the transparent board in the engineering lab, twiddling a dry erase marker between his fingers. Rather than scanning over the complex series of equations and rough sketches he had placed up, his attention seemed to be elsewhere. [color=CFC500]"I'm glad you're home safe, Princess,"[/color] he said into his phone, pacing back and forth slightly as he talked with his youngest child, Leda. Her mother had custody of her and had moved back to England after the divorce, working on gamma radiation at some university there. He had gotten to have Leda over for Christmas and his daughter had given him a call, as requested, when she got back home to her mother safely just a few moments ago. His other child, Stephen, was still at the house for another week or so, since he was home on winter break from school where he studied forensics. [color=CFC500]"I have to go, I'm at work. Get some sleep since you couldn't catch any on the plane."[/color] He then chuckled slightly at his daughter's protests that it was just early afternoon in England - way too early for her to go to bed. [color=CFC500]"I love you too, Princess,"[/color] he said, before ending the call. 

	Picking up his cup of coffee as he slid his phone into his pocket, Watts glanced around the lab and spotted Andrew working on his suit. He rolled his eyes slightly, still annoyed that he had to share his lab space with the bumbling baby millennial. [color=CFC500]"What's not right?"[/color] Watts asked him, taking a sip of his coffee. He had his glasses on today, preferring not to wear contacts in the lab as they were a safety hazard - but so was coffee. Watts then raised a slight eyebrow at the cupcakes. [color=CFC500]"Don't tell me it's your birthday..."[/color] he said in a bit of a deadpan tone. He hoped that wasn't the case. Birthdays for the younger generation seemed to mean demanding gifts from co-workers and singing loudly when people were trying to concentrate.