"...." Azazel was silent as he heard the rage in her tone.

He'd never met Syraene before, knew nothing about her, but every single fibre in his being was screaming at him to leave. Quickly. The danger signals were coming, and they were coming fast. And they would NOT shut up.

"...er... yes, indeed." he finally said.

"Is... is there anything I can do to, uh, help?" he then asked.

"I mean, I have access to the realm of the Underworld, is that helpful in any way?"

"....hm." Azazel muttered.

"Well... hm." he repeated.

"Yeah... I'll... I'll go talk to her." he said.

"She and I generally leave each other alone, but she DOES trust me with Cerberus' caretaking." he reasoned. "So maybe she'll have the faith in me to survive the realm of the Order." he continued.

"....I'll go and speak with her." he repeated.

"And hope she's not in TOO bad a mood..." he added.

Azazel was silent for a moment, processing that.

"I... uh..." he stammered.

"Wait." he said.

"Hold up, hold up, hold up." he repeated.

"I technically have TWO bosses. One as a demon, one as a Unit agent." he continued.

"I'm going to need both Sharp's permission, as well as Miss Raziel's." he realized, shaking his head a little.

".............oh. Right." Azazel replied.

"Shows just how in touch I am with the hierarchy of such things." he admitted.

"Then yeah, I just need to speak with Sharp." he reasoned.

"....thank you." he then said to Syraene.

"If I had gone to Miss Raziel with this, she would have been steamed at me for wasting her time." he explained.

"You saved me from a violent reaming."

Azazel nodded in response.

"All right." he replied.

"Well, I'll let you be on your way." he said.

"Sorry if I have kept you from anyway." he continued, stepping out of the way.

"It was nice to meet you, Miss Syraene." he told her.

"Thank you for warning me about sleeping as well." he added.

Azazel nodded.

"All right, thank you." he said.

"I'll be on my way, but once again, thank you." he told her.

"I'm going to check on Aedan again, see if she's calmed down." he then said further.

"See you around." he finished.

With that, he made his way down the corridor, waving to her as he went.

Syraene couldn't help but smile a little at the encounter. Azazel had the mannerisms of a very polite... well... anything, let alone a demon.

When she tried the door, she found that it was, indeed, locked. She also noticed a pad where one would swipe their ID card to enter, and noticed a sign that said "Level 3 Clearance was required to enter (Blue card)". When she checked her own ID, she saw that was, in fact, blue. Seemed that Sharp had given her a special permissions pass, as he, no doubt, felt that she would be of great assistance in the lab.

When she swiped the card, there was a little beep, and then a click. She tried the door once again, and discovered that it was open this time, and that she was free to enter.

So she did.

Even though it was dark, she could see various lights emanating from various rooms and from behind closed doors, but there seemed to be one room that had an open door, with light pouring out from it.

She also heard some clinking and scuffling from within, alongside someone mumbling to themselves, but she couldn't hear exactly what.

The one that was working on what they were doing didn't look at her, but waved slightly.

"Hello, hello." he greeted her.

"Sorry I'm not looking at you, but I need to keep my gaze on this for at least another 10 straight seconds." he explained.

"It's not meant to be rude." he assured her.

"Also, rare to see a dark elf these days." he then added, somehow knowing what she was, despite not having looked at her.

"I'm examining its properties." the man responded.

"Or, rather, how it's reacting to the chemical over there." he said, gesturing to a bottle near her.

"It's fascinating." he continued.

"And yeah, I'll bet it's even rarer to find as you are." he went on.

"You smell of this sand." he continued, before pausing.

"Well... kind of. This sand smells dirtier than you." he quickly clarified.

The man was silent in response, and stayed like that for a few more seconds, before sighing and moving away from the microscope.

As he did, a few snakes emerged from his hair, and seemed to be staring at Syraene.

"Well, that was a bust." he said.

"I wanted to see how the sand would react to a potent purifying agent, but it barely even did anything." he commented, before looking at her.

"Hello there." he greeted her.

"I'm Illias." he introduced himself.