Phoenix perked up when he heard footsteps. He smirked as three new white coats rounded the corner and stopped when they saw the first ones laying on the ground, unconscious. The small of melted plastic, burned flesh and denim reached Phoenix's nose. Two of the newcomers were a male and the third was a female. The female and one other male were ones he had not seen before, and he tilted his head in thought. 

Dr. Freemen, the only whitecoat he knew, gave him a withering stare. Nix returned it with a cruel, unsettling smile. 

"Phoenix," Freemen was obviously ticked. "How many times are you going to hurt us when we only want to help you?"

[color=f26522]"Help me?"[/color] Nix snorted. [color=f26522]"If what ye do is helping me, then I'd hate tae see what harming me looks like."[/color] He shuffled his wings, causing the flaming tips of his feathers to flicker. His hands began to steam once more as a clear warning, though his skin never turned red. 

His body temp was four degrees above average so it wasn't really a surprise to anyone who might have read his file. Nix spat an Irish slur at them, then studied them with cold, green blue eyes. He held nothing but contempt and hate for the whitecoats so they never saw the kindness in his heart.