The side room had been hastily transformed into something resembling a makeshift doctor's office. Old medical equipment shared space with vampiric alchemical instruments, cables crisscrossed the dark wooden floor, and several small red lights glowed on devices Natasha had no idea how they worked. The atmosphere was thick with chemicals mixed with the metallic scent of blood, creating an uncomfortably clinical ambiance for someone accustomed to solving problems by smashing things instead of analyzing them.
Natasha sat on a high chair near the main counter, her arms tightly crossed, maintaining a closed expression. The embarrassment she had felt since waking up hadn't completely disappeared, and this was only worsened by the fact that Charlotte seemed absurdly fascinated by the whole situation.
Charlotte, on the other hand, seemed to be having one of the best days of her life.
