When he was re-assigned to SCP-035’s case completely out of the blue, Squires knew someone was up to something. He wasn't sure exactly what, but he knew. His paranoia was only heightened from the sight that he was met with upon entering the observation room of 035’s containment chamber.
Sat in front of him is the same freakishly large woman that assaulted him just a week or so prior. She visibly startles upon noticing he was looking at her, before hurriedly looking down to the files in her hands. Figures, he thinks as he grits his teeth and sits as far away from Marrow as possible. Whoever was behind this had a sick sense of humour.
Marrow tries to avoid looking at him directly. She wasn’t pleased about this arrangement either, to say the least. She tries to quickly mask her apprehension by turning her attention to the files in her hands.
Her feelings were apparent, though. Even with her head down and hidden behind the stack of papers he could tell she was… uncomfortable. Her fingers twitch against the pages.
She clears her throat, trying to calm her nerves with a deep breath.
Squires notices her voice audibly crack. The greeting doesn’t sound friendly at all, but… Marrow figures she should at least acknowledge him… try to be civil, even if it’s just for today. Just to get through the work they’ve been tasked with.