[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=CFC500]John Watts[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/85tSPrZy/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=CFC500]Location:[/color][/b] Serval Industries Engineering Lab
[b][color=CFC500]Skills:[/color][/b] Parenting and Perception [hr][/center]	Watts' eyes flickered over to Belladonna as she came into the lab, took a cupcake, and sat down with her book. [color=CFC500]"Don't touch anything,"[/color] he warned her. He didn't like people messing around with things in the lab, but as long as Belladonna was quiet and didn't touch his things - she could touch Andrew's work, he didn't care - then that was fine with him. His eyes returned to Andrew, able to discern that he had hit a nerve. It was probably tied to Andrew's lack of a real father figure. Watts didn't sign up to be the parent of the team, however, so he let Andrew go without much of a fuss. If Andrew wanted to go throw a temper tantrum, someone else could go deal with it. He had dealt with enough screaming babies for one lifetime. 

	However, it seemed that the interruptions weren't going to cease. The intercom crackled to life, telling the team that they needed to report to the main briefing room. Watts never understood why it was called that. They never went anywhere else for briefing - so why add on the redundancy of calling it the [i]main[/i] location for that? [color=CFC500]"Come on, I need to lock up the lab before we head out,"[/color] Watts told Belladonna. He didn't want to leave their ideas and work unguarded. The regular employees worked in a different lab - Watts begrudgingly shared this one with Andrew.