He was going over papers and papers of reports and how the general shop area had been doing, since generally, it had the most 'incidents'. He was swirling a liquid in a cup that may or may not be his own finger. He couldn't help it, he just liked exploring new sensations and the cold clay against his liquid form. Fortunately or unfortunately, the rates for any new incidents were low now, maybe because most didnt bother to go near it besides the cafeteria. He jerked his head up when he heard the sound of rough and heavy footsteps approaching. He quickly returned his finger to a solid state and stood up.