The lab is a large space, an abandoned storage or warehouse of some sort that Viktor took over. The windows are high up, letting dusty light in that falls over tables of machines and experiments in varying degrees of progress. A laser in an odd claw, some tasers, a whole slew of items with blood stones in them that are hard to tell what they could possibly do.

Viktor looks up from a notebook at one of the tables, standing and grabbing his cane with a sympathetic wince. "Ah, I see it's been getting worse. Well, I believe this should work, if you're willing to try it."