[@KatherinWinter]

This was only getting even more ridiculous. Felice didn't even know where he was anymore or what to do with anything here. Guards were still everywhere and he only had the most vague eleven-or-so worded sentence to go off of in a facility with heck-knows-how-many floors hallways, etc. This was a science wing of some kind, completely useless to his line of expertise! 

He couldn't talk to anyone, either. That would only get rid of the last advantage he had. 

Letting out a final irritable huff, the boy fished around for a pen and a sticky note he had stashed on him from the office and drew a few roughly sketched books. After adding a question mark to the image, he put away the pen and looked around for the nearest guard. [i]Fine, I'll play your game. Just be prepared to play mine after.[/i]