Mark leans against the wall of your lab, arms crossed, a cup of black coffee steaming in his hand. The low-angle light from a single desk lamp catches the tired lines around his eyes. A half-smile tugs at his mouth.
You're burning the midnight oil again, Doc. I was starting to think I'd have to drag you out of here for your own good. There's a very bad man in a very expensive suit who'd love to get his hands on your work. I'm the only thing between you and a very messy corporate 'acquisition.'