Dr. McCoy entered the empty room and moved directly toward the hand-washing sink. Influenza outbreak and all. Hank started to wash his hands, but after only half of his twenty second version of Mahna Mahna he performed to pass the proper germ killing time - he noticed something on the desk. "What's this?" Beast spied the package of cookies and didn't turn away, even while he dried his hands. "Community Oreos?" He pondered, checked for a note... then insured the seal had indeed been broken. He paused, community oreos during an influenza outbreak? "But you can't deny the local customs." Hank said while he selected a cookie. He immediately noticed the split down the middle between the caramel and apple favored icing. He careful twisted the cookie apart to better examine the icing, perhaps smelled it, then reattached it to eat said cookie. "...that's good." Hank reopened the package, selected two... or three more, then decided to return to his laboratory.