Resting Area
Akiba leaned up against the wall in the chamber where the Kaiju fighters rested after the fight, the corpse of the Giant Claw supposedly en route to be diced up and distributed to every scientist that wanted their mitts on it. His Rodan suit was taken off and laid next to him, both the jetpack and the helmet. Without them Akiba was a guy with a sweaty forehead and a bit of messy hair in his flight suit, leaning back with his eyes closed. One of his eyebrows twitched when overhearing Cia's expression after the days events.
He knew that the strategy or the science of the situation wasn't really his responsibility, he was just a pilot, a soldier. However he didn't really have any interest in just griping about the situation either, or just chatting pointlessly about what happened with the other fighters. It had been a long time since Godzilla first rose from the ocean, long enough that he simply considered this their life from now on. What happened today was only a moderately strange occurrence to him compared to decades of staving off the threat of giant monsters. The only thing he fixated on was how fast King Kong reached his target and escaped, so fast that the Mecha-Rodan suit was powerless to outpace him. 'Maybe if I had the Mark 2 suit I could've intercepted him. There's no way that big ape is as fast as Rodan at his full potential..' Akiba contemplated as his patience started to wear thin.
As far as he could tell, Akiba didn't have anything to say about what had happened. Everything he saw, everyone else saw too, there was no conclusion he came to that wasn't obvious. Akiba stood upright, and then reached down to grab his weapon. The helmet hooked onto the jetpack, and the pack had a handle he could grab, letting him carry it around like a suitcase. "I don't have anything interesting to say about any of this," Akiba announced to the group. "If everyone else is in the same boat as me, I'm going to go catch a look at the Giant Claw's nuts and bolts."
Academy Roof
A greenhouse with several holes punched through the glass occupied part of the Academy's rooftop. Below it was the cellular biology lab, containing powerful microscopes and DNA sequencing machines. However, the door leading to the roof greenhouse has a plastic box next to it, labeled with a sign that read: "DEPOSIT ALL ELECTRONICS HERE BEFORE ENTERING THE GREENHOUSE. ONLY ONE PERSON ALLOWED AT A TIME."
The greenhouse was littered with sprawling vines and untrimmed shrubs and trees, beautiful but cluttered. Even with the holes the greenhouse was very humid. Through those holes vines and trunks poked out, some of the vines spreading out over the outside of the greenhouse, threatening the rest of the roof. While all of the expensive and high-tech cellular equipment was downstairs, two lab tables on either side, the only neat and maintained things in the room, contained the works of old school equipment. Light microscopes, plates, and pipets were stored neatly on top of the tables, which also contained a sink and a few vacuum tubes. The cabinets themselves were filled with empty test tubes, cell samples, and bottles of various reagents. And meditating (or photosynthesizing) in the back of the greenhouse was Erika Shiragami herself, the would-be Biollante successfully reincarnated as her old human self, though the "human" part was now debatable.
When the Giant Claw was shipped in, Erika could see it on its way to the Academy warehouse. It was Academy protocol to send someone with a tissue sample from every part of the body as soon as possible, but there was no way for Erika to request this. She dare not step foot downstairs, and when the Academy installed an intercom or gave her a cell phone, she quickly became frustrated with the devices and chucked them through the greenhouse glass and off the side of the building. Without any kind of messaging or video device she also had no way of viewing progress on the fight, she could only gleam success from the samples brought in. A mailbox would require a human carrier, defeating the purpose. Erika sighed and hoped someone, and only one, would quickly enter from the stairwell door to bring her something to work on.