Dustin looked at her as she laughed nervously. What a weird girl she was. Listening to her talk. "I'm not a girl." He said in a soft voice. He was a guy last time he checked. Listening to her as she continued speaking. Very picky? Well that didn't sound like a good thing because he wasn't too fond of following orders. Not after what he had been through growing up. He liked making his own decisions not having decisions forrced upon him. "I see." He said. He wasn't sure why she was telling him all that when she didn't even know him. In fact he remembered her seeming quite disinterested in him in the dining hall. He still respectfully listened. He looked her in the eyes. Then went to look in the microscope. His long hair fell behind him. Tied in a ponytail to keep it out of his face. He wore black because it best expressed his life. It best expressed how he felt inside. How he had often tried to be.<br/><br/>Death was cheated out of him by his damn guardian angel. He walked in front of a car the angel tackled him to the sidewalk. He jumped off a building the angel caught him and laid him on safe ground. Anytime he cut his throat or wrist to bleed to death he was healed and woke in a hospital. He just could not escape the world. Thankfully the angel only showed up when he tried to kill himself. He only was slightly suicidal. It only happened when something pushed him over the edge and made him snap. It wasn't common like his cutting was. The cutting was often. Speaking of which his cuts were stinging up a storm. Least they wouldn't bleed onto the lab coat because of his over shirt.<br/><br/>He looked at the slide and nodded his head. He didn't write anything down but he did see what she was talking about. "Yes. I see what you are saying." He said simply. Stepping out of the way and exchanged the hair slide for the skin cell slide. He would let her go first as she had elected herself leader of the project. "Yeah?" He said simply. He didn't say thank you as that was kind of an awkward comment to make over something as little as that. He looked at her when she spoke to him again. "Dustin...I go by Fang." he said simply. Looking at the piglet again. He almost envied the piglet. Free of suffering. Free of pain. Free of the horrors of life. It almost made him envy the piglet who had escaped. Escaped from pain. "So after the skin cells what do we do next? Cut?" he asked. Changing the subject and his thought process. Focusing back on the project.