You’re a siren. Surprise surprise. You’re in a large, cylindrical, glass, tank filled with water. Sudan usually stays late just to observe and watch you. He’s muttering to himself and writing things down on his clipboard as he glances up at you every now and again. Sometimes his eyes linger for a few moments, but he makes sure to snap himself out of it. Most of the papers in the room are a cluttered mess, without much organization. No one else is here right now. What will you do?