The Doctor sway back and fourth on his chair, swivelling it to the side a little as his eyes glossed over his computer screen. Narrowing his gaze, he reined to attentiveness, leaning forwards as his fingers naturally rested on the keyboard, and begun to type. It was a particularly slow day at the foundation. He was not required anywhere. Well, he thought he wasn’t. He had finished his daily interview with SCP-781, hence why he held a certain relaxed persona.