The claw marks in another cell. There's not even blood left. Reaper had not been happy to be shock collared and deposited in the lab for his 'check up'. And like any rabid dog he took his chance, devouring a tired aid who thought him muzzled.
There were times certain experiments did not entirely go according to plan. Especially when said experiment happened to have a very vile temper. She wasn’t surprised and felt nothing for the aid who happened to meet a rather ugly fate. Did she want avoided in the future? Yes. However, now is not the place to display any sort of frustration.
Instead she carelessly opened the cell and stepped in. Her lanky frame is wrapped up in the usual lab gear. Her alabaster coat is stained with an unknown substance. Most likely something from a previous spill.
“Must you always do this?” Her tone is short and firm. “Preying on the weak. Tsk Tsk..” The corners of her mouth went up into a sly smile. “Now I have to figure out what to do with this disaster.”
