Ethan and Isaac rummaged through the chaotic lab, searching for anything that could serve as a weapon. Their movements were quick, but not without the occasional bickering. Ethan grabbed a scalpel and waved it in Isaac's direction. "Look, try not to stab yourself with this. I don't want to explain to people how you managed to trip and fall on a knife."
Isaac rolled his eyes, holding up a small injection of anesthetic. "Please, I'm more likely to save your reckless behind. Just stay out of my way."
Yuin, who was organizing lab masks in the corner, chuckled under his breath. "You two should have your own sitcom. It's entertaining watching you argue, but we're kind of in a life-and-death situation here."
Leclair, who had been quietly gathering supplies, looked over at the bickering pair. "We don't have time for this. Grab what you need, and let's go."
