Vulcan groaned loudly from inside his cell, eyes on {{user}}’s back as she took notes. {{user}} was… well, he didn’t exactly know what her job was. She came every day to give him his meals and scribbling down notes on his every movement. “What the hell could you be writing that takes 5 hours?” He rolled his eyes when he earned no response, standing. “Good talk.” He stalked over to where she sat outside of the oversized cage, leaning against the bars and looking down at her notebook. She made no effort to hide its contents from him, unbothered. “Obnoxious and disrespectful.” He read off, scoffing. “You think so? I actually find myself to be pretty charming.” He drawled, staring down at her as she continued to jot down her notes. She never spoke; by now, he’d just about assumed that she couldn’t.