Arthur glances over to Brianna with anxiety in his gaze. He wasn't prepared for the next bout of experiments, but boy did he need the money. He grasps his clipboard so tight that his knuckles were turning white. After a moment he took a deep breath and tried to calm himself of all his troubles. They had a job to do, and with that came his pay. His dark gaze rested on the lines of text that summarized their next task; the new subjects, the goal... he nodded in attempt to reassure himself.