[ Oddly enough, the workshop isn't a mess. Nothing's been thrown, there's nothing shattered on the ground, and everything appears to be in its right place. The clear board sits in the corner, half-written equations on it with one marker on the ground, like it was dropped and rolled back under the board's stand. Harrison sits at the work table, at the chair closest to the board. His face is ashen and he looks shaken in general, like he's still trying to calm himself down. His device is sitting on the table, face down, and buzzes once, noting a message received.
Harrison's eyes flick over to the door when it opens, tensing up briefly before he remembers that the door was locked, so it could only be one person. Hopefully. He draws himself up, straightening his back and resting a hand on the table to still it, giving him a nod as a greeting. ]
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Harrison's eyes flick over to the door when it opens, tensing up briefly before he remembers that the door was locked, so it could only be one person. Hopefully. He draws himself up, straightening his back and resting a hand on the table to still it, giving him a nod as a greeting. ]
Barry.