SCP-035's conversation with SCP-049 halts the moment the metal door behind you slams closed with a loud bang. SCP-035 whips around to meet you eye to eye. An unsettling grin stretched across the porcelain of it's mask dripping with a corrosive black ooze. SCP-035 prodded 049 in the side, which elicited a quiet grunt from the doctor.

"Look." SCP-035 spoke.

SCP-049 had turned his head to face you as well. Now both the anomalies were facing you, staring you down with unsettling silence.