A bunch of squints do lab work around the place, all clinical and nerdy and whatnot. It’s pretty cool, even though we have a vague sense that it knows it’s cool.
A new character — CHARLEY, male, barely 31 and a half, deliberate short-cropped dark brown hair — enters in a lab coat. He’s not one of them, but he lied on his resume.
Angela looks up from a microscope at one of the lab tables, even though she’s supposed to just be an artist.
You must be the new intern?
Yes. I’m the guy who plays for keeps.