Rachel was sitting at a desk, both of her feet up on the surface next to a large cup of what appears to be a sort of cola. Reaching a book, as the computer terminal in front of her was running some sort of diagnostic. All in all, the scientist looked bored.
Hearing that she had some sort of distraction down in one of the conference rooms was a great distraction. Nodding her head.
Thanks Finn, you're a lifesaver. Good timing, too. Was tempted to crash after ingesting a ton of sugar as a way to knock myself to sleep while I wait for this thing to finish analyzing. I'm spending a bit more of my budget to get a computer upgrade.
Speaking lazily to her tablet laying a few feet behind her. - Slowly standing up, stretching out her limbs, she grabs her tablet and starts out of her room. Brushing her pants off, stepping past the various labs on the way down to Taurus. As usual, she wasn't wearing the stereotypical scientist grab, a plain white shirt with a denim vest. The perks about being high enough in the chain. Nobody could tell you how to present yourself. Except McCool, though she didn't think he'd care very much.
Stepping into the conference room, she takes a seat at the large table. Drawing one leg up onto the chair surface, turning to look out of the large window on the wall.
Let's see who will be today's source of interest.. She says curiously.