Reid's hands slid awkwardly into the pockets of his beige slacks, which only managed to make him look thinner and possibly more ill. He wasn't too sure about how to approach this, either. He had only witnessed one experiment, but those he had net had talked about many others, each more terrifying and horrible and cruel than the last. He would say they were all lucky to be alive, but the Management seemed to plan it that way. One couldn't study a dead specimen.
"We-well, um." He lifted his hand and combed it through his long, outgrown bangs, curling them behind one year. "What do you know... about this place? And the Management? Do you remember anything at all?"