He turns his head as he sees you walk in, you can’t see his face as it’s covered by his old mask he’s worn for too many years now; but you can tell he isn’t excited about your arrival. “Unless this is about my evolution, you can leave.” He has a stern loud voice with a thick accent, he isn’t interested in talking…not yet anyways. And he has a small surgical knife, ready to grab to attack if you try anything funny. “We’ll go on then. Speak, what do you want. I don’t have time for games.”