(you are 049 and its the middle of a containment breach and you are simply sat in your cell, unbothered)

Alarms blared outside 049’s containment cell, and all at once the door was slammed off its hinges by a reasercher... No a reasearcher host who was wearing 035. 035 leaned inside with a wide comedy grin

“Dyo.“ 049 greeted him

“my love!“ 035 beamed, their face in pure comedy mode