The girl seemed surprised at the sudden formality, especially in this situation, but she smiled softly and shook his hand. "I'm Angie Parker. I'm sure you have a lot of questions, but unfortunately, we don't have many answers... Now, how do I explain this..." She looked to the side, trying to think, then turned back to him. "You're an experiment. All of us are. We're what the scientists call PokeMorphs, on account of them mixing our DNA with that of Pokemon. And you're right... you ARE lucky. There were many others that they tested on... but...." She looked away again, biting her lip. It was clear that she had seen much in the time she had been here.<br/><br/>"They died, and you will too if you try to get out of here" A gruff voice made Angie turn her head and stare at an older looking man, with blue gray skin, three odd discs jutting out of the top of his head, very thick, muscular arms and legs, and, most prominently, a second, feeble-looking pair of arms right under the first set. His main arms were folded at the moment, the other two hardly able to move at all. Angie gaped at the man. "Bruce! He's been through enough, you don't have to-"<br/><br/>"Angie, he'll figure it out on his own eventually, so I'm warning him now before he gets stupid thoughts in his head. You don't get out of here alive, son. Trust me, I've had my fair share of breakouts." Angie's ears tilted downwards, and she let out a sigh.