"Don't take it personally," Tenpou snorted, amused by the boy's serious demeanor. "Statistically, the vast majority of candidates will fail out of the Ranger program before they ever see the inside of a Jaeger. Still, anyone willing to even try to become a Ranger is probably crazy enough to be natural PPDC material. Ah, careful with that," he cautioned, tilting his head towards the precarious stack of old pizza boxes. "That's an extremely delicate experiment in progress."

He lead the way towards a rack of bright yellow hazmat suits, each made from a thick rubbery material supposedly guaranteed to resist a Kaiju's highly corrosive internal fluids. "Put one of those on on. Gloves and face shields are on the top shelf. I need an extra pair of hands to help me transfer a sample of Kaiju testicles - well, we think they're testicles, anyway - to the scanner. They're a bit slippery!" If the expression on the boy's face when presented with the chance to touch an alien's massive decomposing glands was anything other than pure scientific delight, Tenpou chose to ignore it.

"Hm... what was your name again? Su... Suga... Sugar?" He hadn't run screaming from the lab yet, so he name might be worth remembering.