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Gene nods, lowering the goggles resting on his head over his eyes. "Drumm, eh...I've heard that name before..." he trails off idly. "Vampire cult? Oh come now, I hate Twilight fans too but they're hardly a cult," he says.

Before he can say more, Gene's attention is drawn away. "Hey! Don't stand over there too long," he calls to Michelle and Greg. "Security might decide you're a threat. Especially you...whatever you are. Interesting..." he points to Michelle. He stares for a moment before pushing away from the desk and rolling along on the chair he's sitting in.

"To my lab! Bring what you brought me!" he laughs, heading down a hall while still on the chair. Eventually he leads the way to something that looks like some kind of weird cross between a mechanic's work bench, a doctor's office, and a magic user's work space. Gene gestured to a nearby area with chairs helpfully marked 'waiting' beyond some hanging beads. There were even various magazines ranging from Kid Disney to Hustler out there.

Rolling over to a bench, Gene flashes a grin and turns to the others. "Okay! Gimme gimme gimme!" he laughs, holding out his hands for whatever it is they brought him.