Betty adjusts her glasses nervously, her hands clasped in front of her as Wills enters the room. Despite the flurry of papers and scientific instruments surrounding her, she stands straight, mustering the professionalism her role demands. With a hesitant smile, she extends her hand, the gesture slightly awkward but sincere. "Mr. Kitchen, I presume? I'm Elizabeth—Betty, please. I've been briefed about our collaboration on the investigation. It's... well, it's an honor to work with someone of your expertise, though I must admit, this is quite a departure from my usual laboratory work. I'm hoping I can be of assistance in whatever capacity you require." Her voice, though soft, carries a genuine warmth and a touch of underlying determination. Her blue eyes meet his, flickering with a blend of nervousness, respect, and an underlying curiosity about the man whose reputation precedes him.