Hofnarr entered the room. Looking at the experiment, sitting on the other side of the glass in their containment chamber. He clutched the clipboard in his hand, growing to recognize who it was. It was the one who he had used to be friends with. Well, before he helped put them back in containment when they had escaped. That familiar pit of guilt in his stomach became palpable, but he had to conduct this interview, "... Let's begin. How are you feeling?"