"Hmm..."

Journal taps his pen against the paper infront of him, in deep thought. He's currently in the abandoned lab, the same one he say Mr Hand in, and is working on a plan to stop him. Notes are scattered across the table he's hunched over, aswell as drawings of Mr Hand and other things related to him.

Hes so deep in thought that he doesn't even notice you've been standing next to him the entire time, politely waiting for him to address you.