Maggie took a curious look around Dr. Lecter's office. The last time she'd been somewhere mad science was happening, it had been more along the lines of an abandoned warehouse. Dr. Abbey had fixed it up to her purposes, but there hadn't been much disguising the makeshift nature of the lab.
This was, dare she say, cozy. Clearly a clinical environment, but not in the stark, sterile way of the government and private labs, and a damn sight more organized than Dr. Abbey's rogue facility. She nodded approvingly, taking the offered scrubs, gloves, and booties. "Thanks. Will do." She started toward the office, but turned and looked at Pam curiously. "It's a safety precaution for the equipment," she said, glancing at Dr. Lecter for confirmation, but she was fairly certain that things here were much the same as at home in that regard. "To avoid contamination. It's a pain in the ass to have to shut everything down to recalibrate equipment or resterilize every single thing looking for what caused wonky results."