Hugh was one of the few that disregarded him completely. Instead of working on the assignment or watching the new stranger in the room he seemed to take his time looking around in front of him, eyeing random spots in the wall and door. His face, as always seemed humdrum, almost sad with the blandness it potrayed, the strange fancy clothing he wore wasn't much better of an indication that he was full of any energy, or life for that matter. The only sign of him being alive where the heartbeat and movements of his worried eyes left and right.