”!” She squeaks in pain at the sudden slap, quickly turning around sockets steadily widening at the much vile Director of Lab 0. Her thoughts immediately went to Marie. What if? NO! She formed mental guards and hoped it was enough to hide her friend’s location:L-lame brain! What are ya doing in Lab 8?
If she had a voice, it would have been obvious that her bravado was faked.
"Paying a mere visit to the festering pit that is Lab 8 and its many inhabitants. After all, such is permitted between directors. Of course, a rotting corpse like yourself couldn’t begin to comprehend such regulations.”
As usual, Brain Drain spared little the rod, and would never spoil the child.
Peacock sneered, sockets narrowing as her Argus eyes light up in anger: I’m not rotting! and I can comprehend just fine! And normally Avian would alert the projects that another director is coming….