"B.H.'s given you a nickname already. Means you're in trouble. He likes you. I'm Janin. I keep the gears from falling off in this little hovel. Master Chemister, if you're the sort that likes respectable titles." [A smiling introduction]

"That's just how it works in the Thinktank. If your inventions hurt someone, you do your best to make it right. They took me in without a moment of hesitation. We can't count on anyone else, so we have to rely on each other."

 "We should go check the workshop. He's got an obsession with that place."