Heads over to the inventor

Navigating around crowded desks and half-finished projects, Molly finds her way to the man. She recognizes him immediately as Max Tohue and she feels butterflies in her chest.

"Hello, uh, sir," she stumbles. "I'm a huge fan of yours and it's an honour to meet you." Max seems to ignore her, enraptured in his project. He's putting the finishing touches on a small ray gun. Molly pauses to let him finish. He fastens a plat to finish the exterior casing, and looks pleased with himself. He turns to face the intern, smiling. "Hey, thanks for coming, I could really use the help."

Max is a younger man, probably only a couple of years older than Molly herself. He has messy dark hair, a handsome face, and a warm smile. Molly blushes a bit as he looks at her before regaining her composure. "Yes, of course," she says. "I'd love to help, what do you need me to do?" She shakes the thoughts of what she'd like him to do to her from her head. Molly was glad she decided to wear nice underwear, she definitely wanted to impress Max.