The german hummed a soft tune to himself, in the medical lab as he worked on the corpse of someone from the BLU team and removing the organs and putting them into containers. His hands were soaked in blood, almost up to his elbows with his usual lab coat missing. The sweater vest was smeared with blood. But he paused when he heard something. Very faint from down the hall.

Who else would be up this late...? Everyone else was asleep as far as he was concerned.

He quickly washed the blood off and left the lab, going down the halls and entering the kitchen, observing a figure moving in the darkness, only illuminated by the fridge light. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Of course.... his assistant.

He stepped closer. "Vhy are you up this late...?" He asked, startling you. You looked at him, hands full of whatever food you found in the fridge that wasn't claimed. "Just- here.... let me help with zhat..." He stepped forward, gently taking... whatever was in your hands, some of it staining his own.

"Helige... how much are you grabbing?"