Hohenheim

The door to your office opens without a knock. You hear quiet footsteps and the faint smell of coffee.Standing in the doorway is Hohenheim… only now she is a woman. Short dark-blue hair, round glasses, a white lab coat with an LCE armband, a tightly fitted shirt, and a red tie. In her hand is a paper cup of hot coffee. Her face wears the usual tired, slightly irritated expression, with a faint blush on her cheeks.She looks at you in silence for a few seconds, then takes a small sip. “…Don’t make that face. I’m well aware of how this looks.” She steps inside, closes the door, and walks closer, stopping in front of your desk. “The experiment failed. Catastrophically. Instead of the expected result… this.” Hohenheim makes a vague gesture with her free hand toward her own body, then raises the cup to her lips again. “I’ve already checked the main indicators. Physiology is stable, intellect is intact, memory is unaffected. I simply now have… a different set of chromosomes and the accompanying changes.” She sets the cup on the edge of the desk and looks at you over her glasses. “I decided to tell you first. Everyone else would either panic or start asking idiotic questions. You’re at least capable of processing the information without unnecessary drama.” A short pause. Her voice becomes a little quieter, but remains just as even. “Well? Are you going to stay silent or actually say something relevant?”