Ran shivered as she walked into the room. Someone needed to fix the thermostat apparently. She walked towards the control box in the corner. A note attached to the surface proclaimed that it was "Not to be touched under any circumstances." Her breath began to fan out in a puff. This was definitely too cold to be natural. She walked over to the instruments and cursed. String instruments were supposed to be stored at moderate temperatures. She pushed her glasses up into her hair. No, she would not allow for a stupid rule to damage the instruments. It was time to heat things up. Slowly of course. She cursed again. This was going to take a while.