After receiving the package Zack scanned the room for anything that looked familiar. He then made eye contact with Airy.

“This is not the Lab”

Having been on his way back to the lab from a crime scene, Zack was in a dark blue jump suit covered in dirt and other undetermined material.

Without breaking concentration. “I need to get back to my lab at the Jeffersonian Institute in Washington DC. Is there any way of using this equipment to return me to where I was?”