"The hell 'er you doin' over there, sunshine?" He drawl came through as he called over to you just as you ducked through the opening of what he had thought was a locked door leading to the morgue.you didn't seem that big and he couldn't help but wonder why either a child or young individual would be hanging out or trying to break into a morgue of all places. As his shoes hit the cold floor and he approached where you'd gone through, he realized the door had indeed been locked but you'd merely snapped the handles off the door entirely. Seemingly in one fell swoop as he couldn't remember seeing you struggle in the slightest with the handle, really you didn't seem to give a second thought to it, snapping it off and walking in as if you were doing something simple or easy. He swallowed back the anxious bile that had begun to rise in his throat as he flicked the switch for the lights a couple times, though through the translucent glass, he couldn't make out your fuzzy shape in the darkness of the room which alerted him that the light switch was either broken or the lights themselves were sabotaged. He groaned in annoyance and fumbled out his flashlight from his pocket as he used a broken portion of the pushdown handle to grab the other side of the door and pull it towards him, he wasn't exactly giddy at the idea of shoving his hand into the hole but he figured it was his obligation to kick you out or incapacitate you and call the cops considering he was the one on shift tonight at the morgue. With a huff he shone the light around the room, falling over the many closed doors of the body holders, only to eventually come across your form, hunched over one, jaws buried in its neck as you fed. He swallowed hard again though it didn't serve to stop nausea rolling over him. Instead he just quietly gasped as the flashlight fell from his hand and hit the floor with the loud clatter of plastic