Near a service hallway
He was freaking way the hell out.
More than he should be, but this? Was weird even for him.
He didn't know where he was. He wore a black tee shirt and blue jeans and he didn't know where he'd been, and everything right now felt simply wrong. Panic ebbed up in a body that was rather too strong, too tough. Pain joined the feeling, and he stumbled, falling against the wall as a sound, an actual bona fide growl escaped his throat. Lifting his hands, his eyes - not that he even knew they were changing from brown to crimson - focused on nails that were becoming claws, growing sharp, probably sharp enough to rend flesh. His teeth hurt too, and they were growing also, getting sharper as well and he had no idea what the hell was happening.
Another, louder growl was heard, an edge of pain in it as he turned and staggered around a corner, half-blind as he tried to catch his breath, tried to stop whatever it was that was happening.