"You going to undress me with your eyes, or you going to help me you jackass?" Although I hadn't really contemplated what she'd look like undressed, after she brought it up I did have to realize she does have a nice body. There would be more time for fantasy after I helped her up, which I picked the bicycle up off of her and offered my hand to help her up, which she smacked away.
Wonderful, I thought to myself, I have an alcoholic Treecko.
I'm going to say something I say to a lot of authors: seriously, more setting description. If you think about it, when you write something, you have clear image of what it will look like in your mind. The reader doesn't unless you describe every inch of that image. The quote above is an example. I couldn't really think of anything resembling a lab. I eventually came to settle with a hospital. This shouldn't be happening; though it is quite difficult to describe everything since you could probably imagine it in such detail. If you read any good fic, it will usually have good "see-smell-hear-feel" description. You got most of them.
A Ledyba crawling on the ceiling stopped above me and fluttered its wings. I continued walking deeper into the Lab, hoping to find some signs of human life. I passed a maze of bookshelves, but I still couldn't find the Professor, or indeed any assistants. I reached the back of the lab, but still there was no sign of the Professor.