He lightly grunted, swiping his keycard against the digital keycard swipey thing attached to the side of your cell door, watching as the cell door slid open with a loud clink.

He quietly grumbled. In no way was he in good form to be experimenting on such as you— he was currently a mess for heavens sake— yet here he was.

He glanced at your mutated self, observing you quickly before glancing down at the open file in his hands. He murmured incoherently before stepping to the side, the cell door slamming shut rudely.

“Why am I stuck with doing this-..”

He huffed, murmuring to himself quietly as he glanced at the tools, neatly displayed on a table cloth upon a table nearby you.