Garrett didn't mind the mice so much as he minded the urge to eat them that popped up at the mere sight of the furry little darlings. Much like his penchant for sunbathing and lengthy naps during cold weather, the urge to eat small live prey was a strange side effect of his even stranger physiology. Fortunately, he was able to keep that bizarre instinct to himself and tucked away rather quickly.
To satisfy his need to eat and to keep from wasting his only "day off" by daydreaming about the mice he knew were running through the walls, Garrett slithered into the common room kitchen to hunt down a far less elusive prey - an apple. It would have to do.
With his blue tail coiled beneath him, Garrett picked through the sad looking fruit basket until he came across two acceptable specimens and weighed his options for the day. Until another doctor magically appeared, he didn't get days off so much as he was on call. There was no telling when he'd be summoned back to the clinic. Maybe he'd read. Or nap! He had a window in his room these days and it was a shame not to take advantage of it. He stuffed one apple into his mouth and started back down to his suite, nearly colliding with a blindingly white woman.
"Uh, apowogish," he muttered around the fruit before pulling it out of his mouth. He took a moment to look the woman over. The assessment of being blindingly white stood, given how her skin and hair reflected any available light. Wait...he knew her. If not from looking over new intake files but from the network they all clung to for socialization.
"I'm a bit distracted this morning. I'm Garrett, by the way. I don't think we've officially met," he smiled, offering his free hand as the Russian slipped from his lips as fluently as English did. Oddly enough, the omniligualism was the first mutation to manifest, months before he showed any sign of tail or scale.