Closed Starter; @Agent-Lacroix
Moira wasn't angry. No one ever believed that, but it didn't matter. She wasn't doing any of it for revenge; it was simply convenience.
Her experiments often tugged at her heartstrings; no one ever believed that, either. But, she did have morals. Harming innocent bunnies and rats and her fellow humans was a necessary sacrifice for science; it wasn't something she did for pleasure. So, when offered the decaying corpse of Gerard Lacroix, it was like Christmas morning.
She wasn't angry at him. She was simply… apathetic. She certainly wouldn't have put him out if he was on fire, which made her experiments so much easier to run. If something went wrong, if he was doomed to an eternity of horrible agony, well… she wasn't going to lose sleep over it.
And so, it wasn't anger in her eyes as she looked over Gerard's form, days after a seemingly successful reanimation; it was excitement for what was to come next.
Her hand went to his chin, tilting his head back. A flashlight was aimed at his eyes, examining his pupils as she spoke. "Are you experiencing any side effects yet?"