[The door's half-open; Stephen's sitting there with a makeshift clipboard, a number of cleaning supply bottles around him along with...honestly, anything else he thought a chemist might be interested. The batteries, for example. He looks up as Ariel signals his arrival, offering a small smile.]

Glad you made it. I'm trying to figure out how to translate this stuff in to things you might be more familiar with. What'd you work on as an...alchemist?