But I do suppose I shouldn't ponder on it any longer. It's over. Nothing I say will stop her from constantly "checking in" on me, as she would occassionally put it. I do not need to be checked on. I will admit that her presence is considerably more tolerable that of Reno, however. That man needs a good injection of something to slow him down, not to mention make him pay more attention to his job.
It just goes to show that I need to push my assistants harder to get a damned coffee machine installed up here. It's those times I go down to the lobby for coffee, a few million floors down, that people get into the labs without permission. Who is to say that they won't let a specimen out? It needs to be stopped.
It never ceases to amaze me that this laboratory has the most sophisticated technology and equipment in the world, but it hasn't had a simple working coffee machine in over a decade.
Better security, people. We need better security. Perhaps I should enhance some of the nuclear-blobs (Can we say sewer sludge?) to the point that they will lunge at anything that moves around the door. It should be a simple enough procedure to do.
Then again, maybe that damned chocobo materia nonsense I recieved years ago could be put to use after all. I wonder if it will listen to me long enough to actually do as I say?
Specimen XIII continues to try my patience. He continues to think that he can actually pay his way out ofthat tank. But before long, I'll no longer have to worry about him any more. Pity, really, he is such a beautiful sample. Part wolf, part cat, as far as I was told and could tell. He will be very, very useful in the days to come.