"Is that so...?" Blinking slowly behind the thick lenses of his glasses, Tenpou looks down at his orange shirt. To be fair, it could use a good ironing, and there's a prominent, coffee-colored blotch down the front that's not quite hidden by his lab coat, but he doesn't think it's that bad. "But orange hides curry stains well, so I can wear the same shirt for at least three or four days straight. Dry cleaning is expensive." He chews thoughtfully on the cap of a ballpoint pen, wishing it was a cigarette. "I don't dislike any particular color, though."

Hm. Next question, then. "Which tool in a standard toolbox is most useful to you...?" he reads off the printed cue sheet with the pen still dangling from his mouth. "Well, that depends, doesn't it? Would you consider a PCR thermal cycler to be part of a standard toolbox? If not, it should be."

Tenpou glances towards the glass wall with a pained expression. He's not actually sure why he agreed to participate in these trainee interviews - he suspects that the psych analysts are having a laugh at his expense. That, or they want to calibrate their instruments to new low levels of Drift suitability. As a longtime member of the PPDC K-science research division, Tenpou has already been through a battery of psychological tests, all of which he's failed miserably. The PPDC likes their mad scientists to be suitably mad.