[b][color=89cff5]"Smoothly,"[/color][/b] replied Lyre, narrowing her eyes at the approaching figure beside her. She didn't take her gaze off of Tyssa even after it paused. The last thing she needed was to alarm the other departments and have her specimen taken out of her supervision—she could hardly trust others to handle it, and Lyre would be left with all the blame once testing failed.

[b][color=89cff5]"I'll let you know myself when Test A is ready to be moved over. Unless you have something else to say to me?"[/color][/b] Lyre's voice was tinged with irritation. A slight difference that one often working with her often would notice, but a stranger may have attributed the clipped way she spoke to Lyre's introversion or awkwardness.