* Makoto would put a hand on his chest to stifle his panic, if he weren't so far 
above admitting that he ever panics.
<Brett> [You successfully make it into the office (you think)]
<Brett> [Inside is a desk (with a computer), a chair, a filing cabnet, and a 
bookshelf.]
<Brett> [Just as Makoto is about to move forward, he spots a camera in one 
corner.  It's positioned so that it doesn't get the door, but rather everything 
else mentioned above.]
* Makoto freezes in his tracks. He closes his eyes for a moment and shifts, 
quickly taking off his jacket as he takes the shape of the scientist he saw 
leaving the office earlier. He drops the jacket near the door and walks 
confidently toward the file cabinet.
<Brett> [The alarms don't go off, so that's good! ... unless they're silent.]
* Makoto does a lot of silent praying that the alarms are quite loud, and simply 
haven't gone off.
* Makoto wishes Chie or Rei were in the office instead of him as he tries to 
translate any writing he sees on the computer or filing cabinet or even the 
bookshelf well enough to at least have some vague idea of what he's looking at.
<Brett> [The files in the cabnet seem mostly normal.]
<Brett> [Most of them are experiment files.]
<Makoto> (Ordinary sorts of experiments, I guess?  Like hairspray?)
<Brett> ( Yeah )
<Brett> ( One is titled "What happens if you spray it in your eyes." )
* Makoto realizes he doesn't have much time, and, despite the sudden pang of 
curiosiy about whether or not this new hairspray would be any more or less 
dangerous in contact with the human eye, moves his attentions on to other file 
or book titles quickly, in case he's stuck having to use the computer on short 
notice.
<Brett> ( Gimme a... )
<Brett> ( Mind - physical sciences roll. )
<Brett> [Makoto doesn't find anything noteworthy.]
<Brett> [It looks like he'll have to use the computer! Or search the desk.]
* Makoto winces at the prospect of searching the desk and the computer, but he 
crosses the office just the same and does that. He tries the desk first, opening 
drawers and scanning the top of the furniture for anything useful.
<Brett> ( Mind - writing )
<Brett> [Makoto finds a lot of papers in languages he can't understand.  One 
stands out, though: It's in some really weird language he can't figure out; 
maybe Peter could.]
* Makoto hestitates for only a moment before folding up the strange paper and 
tucking it in his pocket. Before looking at the desk or the computer any 
further, he glances around for any reflective surface that might be large enough 
to grant him passage. Just in case.
<Brett> [There doesn't seem to be anything capable of that, unfortunately.]
* Makoto sighs and gives the desk and the computer one last look of frustration 
before crossing the office back to the door. He grabs his jacket and slips 
through the doorway, having thankfully negleted to close it behind him...
* Makoto remembers almost too late to change back, and shifts his features at 
the very moment in which he steps through the door.