Even if Crane had fallen into old patterns with Harry Osborn, that didn't take away even older habits that he was used to. Whenever he wasn't spending time with Harry, Crane was working in his lab and perfecting his fear toxins. They already had the desired effect on people, but there were so many supernatural beings in Everett, that ultimately it had become another reason why he had decided to stay. He could have her pick on test subjects and, while he wasn't eager to try anything on anyone that could downright eat him, everyone else was fair game. Dick Roman had already given him a chance to work on werewolves and slayers, and Harry was a good access to a version of the super soldier serum, so it was as if it was his goal to go through the list completely as much as he could.
He was bored, though. Despite his time in the lab, he was bored and disliked the fact that he didn't have any proper test subjects to work on lately, and that had been what had drawn him out of his lab. With his hair longer than how it used to be, and since the projects didn't exactly have the best illuminated streets in Everett, he was able to keep to himself as he made his way around. With that vampire bar around, it was also easy to find some idiot stumbling out drunk, but he didn't have to get even close to Fangtasia to find his next test subject. She barely even noticed him, with her argument with herself, and Crane had no problem taking his opportunity the second he saw a chance to do so.
As he let her wake up, Crane secured the main door shut so that no one could walk in his place. Not even Harry. He had done his best to soundproof the room where the girl was in, but still. Crane abhorred surprises and distractions, and he wanted to make sure neither one of them would interrupt him. Right now it was time to work.
Stepping into the room, he was already wearing the burlap sack that served as his mask over his head. It was well worn, between traveling and all the times he had been using if ever since the outbreak occurred, but it still managed to hide his face which was all he cared about. And, even better than that, it would help him out in his work once he began testing his toxins. It would get him what he wanted, and after he was done - if the girl managed to survive, considering she already seemed like she had a psychotic break - he would let her go. Considering the new formula wasn't like the original one, and it would wear off rather than continue running through her system until a cure was found, Crane didn't want to expose himself too much and he wouldn't let her see his face. Which, he thought as he stepped into the room and locked the door, it wouldn't matter. Who would believe someone who he had found arguing to herself?
"Comfortable?" he asked as he stepped closer to her, his voice deeper than the normal tone. The expression on the mask was never changing, but behind it he was smirking as he watched her reaction to his appearance. "How are you feeling?"