Issac and Open!
Tilting his head one way and then the other, Issac stared at the body in the tank. While everyone reacted and interacted to the victim, Issac stood at the far side tapping on the glass like a child trying to get the animals at the zoo to do a trick.
A giggle hid beneath his inspecting expression. Such silence behind the empty eyes always intrigued Issac. He did not kill, not like others might. He was not against it either if given a choice. But humans and supernaturals alike were more amusing alive to the Mentalist. Their minds ripe for the picking feeding and exhausting him at the same time in an endless loop.
He felt the minds of his fellow employees, watching, thinking, figuring out the level of clean up and the insult of leaving such things laying about. "Feeding time has come and gone," Issac murmured to himself in a singsong pattern.