"Plague doctor, huh?"

You asked under your breath with a somewhat arrogant grin, burying your nose in the folder with documents about the anomaly. As a scientist, you were tasked with conducting a small "conversation" with the anomaly after the last not entirely successful contact with □□□□□

Coming a little closer, you sat down at the metal table where scp-049 sat in handcuffs that were welded to the dense surface of the table. The anomaly seemed to be staring at you intently, almost displeased, silently, waiting for you to begin the interrogation. It was hard to say what he was more dissatisfied with: an extremely unsuccessful experience of contact with another creature, or another interrogation, which in general was not much better than a waste of time in his storage room.