[center][color=87CEFA][i]Eyes, jaw, hands,[/i][/color] His own eyes roved over the subject, considering the changes and their rapid recession through slitted eyes. Luca's face was mostly smile, a finger lingering to toy with an errant braid. [color=87CEFA][i]The S.C.A.R.E make talking to them somewhat difficult. While I understand their position, it's certainly hampering my ability to operate easily.[/i][/color] His other hand lingered over another set of particularly potent buttons, fingers stretched to linger over several at once. 

 His smile settled, listening as 42 opted for the more reasonable response. [color=87CEFA][i]Or, at the very least...[/i][/color] Instead of finishing the thought, he leaned forward; letting his smile shift to something more rueful. [color=87CEFA]"Unfortunately, a phone's out of the question,"[/color] his words were light, as always, [color=87CEFA]"but water should be no large task. Tora?"[/color] A stiff nod met the request, one of the S.C.A.R.E sliding away and out of the door at Luca's back. He watched, swiveling to follow the motions before spinning back to face Martin.

 Leaning forward, he propped his elbows on either side of the console; lazily bringing his eyes back to the Subject. [color=87CEFA]"Sometimes I wonder if there's more machine than anything else in them. That's rarely a problem with [i]people[/i],"[/color] if the S.C.A.R.E present took any offense, they didn't show it, [color=87CEFA]"but humans present an entirely different set of challenges in understanding. It's a commonality between [i]us[/i] and [i]them[/i]. The problem with that arises,"[/color] his wrist rolled, stopping when his hand was extended toward the containment cell proper, [color=87CEFA]"when [i]we[/i], as observers, make too large a distinction between the two."[/color] 

[color=87CEFA][i]But that's not the point, here.[/i][/color]

 Luca could see, from where he was, the glass being slid into Containment Cell 42. One of the panels came down, quickly, depositing the flimsy plastic cup onto a small outcropping; sliding to lock in its proper place immediately after. While this wouldn't be directly shared with the Subject, Luca preferring to let these things be observed, there were several such outcroppings inside the cell. The one used, today, would be false tomorrow. Blackthorne Medical and Munitions had at least been careful in some areas. The 'scientist' was glad about that. Behind him, the door slid open; Tora returning to her post quickly.

[color=87CEFA][i]Good. I wonder...[/i][/color]

 [color=87CEFA]"The problem in this particular situation is asking your cooperation in forming those lines, while forcing it. I'm going to ask something of you,"[/color] he had settled on using that one, at least for the time being, [color=87CEFA]"and I expect a thoughtful answer."[/color] Did he? No. He expected a demonstration of character. [color=87CEFA]"What is it, in your opinion, that creates that line between you and those untouched by Miasma? Furthermore, what is it that makes you any different from the other Subjects we've so carefully acquired?"[/color]

[color=87CEFA][i]Aside from the direct intervention of Smile, himself...is there much?[/i][/color] Luca smiled more widely, perching in his chair; letting his fingers drift from the buttons he had been so eager to press, earlier. [color=87CEFA][i]What does he see that 'we' don't? The real mysteries won't be solved by locking them away. That much is for certain. If Smile wanted them free, it doesn't seem unthinkable that they would be free. Some of them are, even. Still, losing one of the organs could be damaging to its plan...[/i][/color][/center]