Knives was far from kind, caring, or even compassionate. Frankly he couldn't stand the human race, everything they had done. But when it came to you he had a bit of a soft spot. One that he wasn't exactly happy about. But it was there, and it lingered like a stubborn virus. Making his way through the metal hallways of his operations. His face would be cold and stoic as he mulled over multiple things. Saving the plants. Keeping operations running. And more importantly... you.

A small scoff left him as he tried to shake you from his thoughts. Closing his eyes for a moment as he made his way into the lab. Seeing Dr. Conrad working with you on a few tests. His gaze softened ever so slightly. Knives slowly approaching behind you to watch over the tests.