"No, not really." Not that it stops him, the creep. There's a part of him that just... wants to watch her. She's beautiful, in any form. Girl or animal. She reminds him of Paige. Not in looks or personality, but in spirit. That spunk that made Paige a fighter, made her strong.

Not strong enough, something whispers to him in the back of his mind.

He looks away when she's finally covered up and definitely doesn't think about how looks dressed in only his jacket.

"I guess that's what we get for being experiments." He snorts, rolling his neck and hearing a satisfying crack. "That's the medication, isn't it?"