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Togusa might not be willing to touch anything, but Dante has no such qualms. He's wearing his customary half-gloves, presents from Retrospec that for some reason he can't let go, particularly when they come in handy for things like not leaving fingerprints on anything he might want to rummage through. "Looks like monster madness to me," he says, putting a hand down on top of a pile of papers so that it won't move as he ruffles through the pages. Even without being able to read over the pages in their entirety, he can get enough of an idea. "There are a bunch of notes about them here. All sorts of stuff about how different species evolved and--hang on."

Dante bends closer, squinting at the paper. He doesn't have his reading glasses on him, but... "No, I read that right. It looks like they're doing research on hybrids. You know, like mules or ligers."

Something else catches his eye, and he leans over to read the note that's been left on the desk.

Maurice?

"Togusa. You've gotta come over here for a moment. Look at this."