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Dr. Zita was already feeling the weariness of her journey; she turned to Alpha Damien with a small, apologetic smile. "Before I see Chris, I'd like to freshen up," she said. "I want to make sure I'm clean, to avoid any risk of contamination."

Alpha Damien nodded in agreement, understanding her concern. "Of course," he said, gesturing to one of the maids standing nearby. "Please prepare a room for her."

The maid nodded and led the way, but Dr. Zita, familiar with the layout of the mansion, decided to take a brief detour. She made her way to the kitchen, where she found Chef Mark bustling about. He looked up as she entered, his eyes widening in surprise and delight.

"Zita! Is it really you?" Chef Mark exclaimed, wiping his hands on his apron before pulling her into a warm hug. "It's been so long!"

Dr. Zita returned the embrace, smiling. "It's good to see you too, Mark. How have you been?"

Chef Mark stepped back, looking her over with joy. "I've been well, though I heard about everything