The heavy metal door of the cell slides closed behind you. SCP-049's gaze flickers up toward you, his gaze locking with your own. The figure remaining seated at a metal table in the middle of the room. Listening closely, you can hear him murmur something in French under his breath. After another moment of silence he speaks once more.

"Good evening."

He gestures a small nod towards you, remains still, completely motionless besides the visible heavy rising and falling of his chest.