Chris stared the man down for a moment. He watched the pen dance across the pad frenetically as he glanced occasionally back at the pictures on the table. One more person had to come in to confirm them, apparently, but Chris’ whole body seemed to tense up ever so slightly as he stared at his watch. He was missing so much time at work, already. In fact, he was kind of amazed that no one had called him. Even if he’d taken the day off, there was usually someone who needed some question.

 Instead, he was getting the third degree from some guy with sunglasses and some other unsettling ink. Chris really had nothing against tattoos. What he did have an issue with was all this waiting around. 

 He steamed quietly to himself, choosing to put a little more distance between himself and the door. It felt like his brain was stained with the blood he’d seen, and the damage that had been done already. 

 And then his eyes moved to Piper. Based on what she’d stated, it seemed that perhaps there was a little more to her than just being a lazy mechanic with little to no motivation. Someone’s past could say a lot about someone’s behavior, but he was still a little frustrated with the girl that had caused him so many issues back at the garage. If she had been a few minutes quicker, there could’ve been a chance that he would be back at his practice on the other side of the city, prepping for some level of surgery.

 Instead, he was in a room with a group of strangers, waiting on some old man to come in and give another opinion on the growing curiosity of this mysterious place.

 “You do realize that some of us have some other schedules to keep, sir.” Chris grunted, eyes flat and stoic like concrete, “So I hope that you won’t be wasting any more of our time.”

[@Kidd] [@The Harbinger of Ferocity]