"If no one is out there working on the cure, yeah, we're all screwed." He slumps back into his corner and sighs, then gathers up all his notes, so he can feel proud of his work some more.

"Edward Nigma. Please excuse the lack of formality. My office is in such shambles, haha." He carefully sets down the notes. "So. Is there anything I might be able to cobble together that would help you on your heroic mission?"