Sara listened to Elizabeth’s concerns, never losing that soft smile on her features. It was an even sort of expression, and one that denoted the woman was quite accustomed to listening to people talk who had no idea what was going on. It was quite common, really, in her line of work. Mostly dealing with a lot of clean up and containment, she’d spent a handful of years doing just that. Now being no different, she finally answered. “Let me just say this, mostly so you don’t become confused for the time being: Crisis is wild. No matter what he looks like, or what he says there is nothing tame about him. There has never been and there never will be. The moment you start thinking of him as normal or you begin to feel that there might be a hope for him to become stable he will disappoint you and, most likely, harm if not kill you.”<br/><br/>The words were easily enough spoken, but there was a gravity behind them that not even the smile could hide. “And, for you information, we didn’t want him to be euthanized but there are regulations that take that decision out of our hands. Well, let me just say that Charlie and our benefactor didn’t want him put down. Most days the rest of the team can’t deal with him, and that’s where you come in. You see, that’s your job. You get to deal with Crisis and keep him from being our problem.” She clacked back over to the door and opened it up for Elisabeth. “And that’s not one I envy you for having.”<br/><br/>Once again, no big answers had been giving but it was enough to get the point across; Crisis was dangerous. For whatever reason and in whatever way, he was obviously more than he seemed. As if she had been thinking about this herself, Sara gave a dry “and he’s not part of our team. He’s a tool for our team. Once again, you can’t start getting attached to him or apply any conventional terms…we’ve had enough evidence and incidents to support that.”<br/><br/>Waiting for her, she finally turned and began to lead her back down the hall. Silent, there was a sort of stiffness to Sara that hadn’t existed before. She seemed slightly withdrawn for the moment, which was a bit cold for someone who seemed to have such a hot personality. She simply led Elizabeth absently through the winding halls, back the way they had come and then beyond. Finally, she came to a set of doors and opened them, entering a stairwell and taking the steps down to the next level where she exited and, this time, remembered to hold the door for the woman behind her.<br/><br/>The lower level was noticeably different. While still the same bland concrete, there were no longer rows and rows of doors. Instead, there were no doors at all. There were, however, large places where the dark windows stood on either side hinting that there was some sort of place worth looking into on either side. Passing only two sets of doors, one on each side of the hall, she led the woman down to another set and waited outside. She turned towards her finally. “We’ll wait here till Ken comes out to get us. Please do try to remember exactly what I just told you and, if you can’t remember just try not to make any sudden movements or sounds. Those really get to him when he’s on edge…and give him personal space. Just let him come to you.” She paused and looked over Sara, as if sizing her up for the first time and, apparently, she wasn’t really that happy with what she saw. Her lips curved into a soft frown and she shook her head. Crossing her arms, she looked back towards the door and waited in silence.<br/><br/>It was several more moments before there came a loud ‘thunk’ from the door as a large lock was unbolted from the inside. Finally, the exterior handle jiggled slightly and the door opened up enough for Ken to slip out (which was quite a bit due to his large stature). He instantly looked to them and smiled. “Good, right on time, yeah?” He seemed a little more uplifting about the whole ordeal than his companion. “Alright, there are some things that I notice you’re gonna have to remember. What I’ve got him on now is the good stuff. Real good. He’ll be a bit woosy though. Over did it just a little.”   Sara groaned at this, and Ken shot her a look. “Better than being under again, yeah?” Turning back to Elizabeth, he smiled. “Alright, so watch him. Sometimes he gets kin’a woozy and stumbles so don’t make any moves when he’s doing that. An’ he goes in and out, an’ it kinda startles him when he comes back too so no makin’ moves then either, kay?” He waited to make sure that Elizabeth understood before his smile widened. “You ready to meet him?”<br/><br/>Once she was ready, Ken nodded and opened in the door, walking in first and allowing Elisabeth to walk in after him. He just made a gentle gesture with one hand for the woman to walk behind him. Sara followed in as well, moving instantly to stand beside the door.<br/><br/>The room itself was a burst of color, being mostly white, but the lights above in the ceiling had been dulled for the moment to give it a rather calm ambiance. The floor was a soft grey, soft under the feet and made of some composite rubber like a running track might be, which was applicable due to the gigantic gym sized room. Spattered about it were random items including a gigantic grey exercise ball that appeared to me made out of some heavy material (which was pocked and flecked from use), another large punching bag that looked slightly shredded, and a gigantic bean bag looking sac sitting in one corner.  In the center of the room but back a good ways, there was a large light blue table and, sitting at the table, was Crisis. At the door opening, he had slowly raised himself up to his feet and was now leaning heavily on the table.<br/><br/>Even in the dull light, it was clear that the man looked a great bit worn out than before. While he still had that same tension, his head was bowed forwards and his shoulders were slumped. As he raised his up eyes to them, face still tilted somewhat down, he seemed to be only able to fight them to half lidded. Still other than the occasional amount of swaying, he just watched Elizabeth with a complete stillness. He had no idea who she was and that was something he didn’t like. Another factor was that she was, in fact, a woman. Crisis hated women. It was hard to explain why but, for him, it was a fact he had to deal with. And she didn’t seem like the type that they’d bring around. She-<br/><br/>“Crisis,” Ken said softly, and the man’s eyes snapped instantly to him. His head never turned, and not a fiber of his body moved but those eyes sure did. “This is Elizabeth Shaw. You know her.” He let the thought linger for a moment and Crisis looked back to Elisabeth with an equal quickness; he hadn’t liked taking his eyes off her.<br/><br/>He knew her? It was hard enough to think through the damn meds, and it annoyed him that Ken wouldn’t just say from where. He took a moment and then, finally, took in a very deep breath. His eyes closed and he processed the entire new wave of scents that were through the air, distinguishing them from Ken, the air that had come in with him, and the room. Finally isolating it, he felt a strange sort of ease settle on part of his mind that would have normally been meticulously breaking down the newcomers scent, had it been anyone but her. His eyes snapped back open. “I really picked a woman?” he asked out loud, though he didn’t look to Ken.<br/><br/>He chuckled. “Yeah, surprised us, too.”<br/><br/>“I must have been high as hell.” Crisis just continued to watch her, taking in the details as fast as he could. He moved to stand all the way up, without the help of the table but his didn’t work as he wobbled a little before catching himself. “Jesus Christ, Ken,” he grumbled, leaning heavily on the table. He finally brought one hand up to wipe across his face. “Think you gave me enough?” There was a rummbling tone to his voice as he raised his eyes off the ground and looked to the other man who just chuckled in response and shrugged. He slowly turned his eyes towards Elizabeth with a good amount of effort. Hands still braced on the table, he just looked over her silently before he sighed. “M’ not at my best tonight, so this might be a bit difficult for me.” It was about the only warning she was going to get for him. Finally, a moment later he asked. “What’s your name, Miss?”<br/><br/>It was strange, but he still didn’t seem anything other than a drugged man. Except for the stillness, that was. Crisis didn’t appear to be much for body movement, but he let his eyes do the turning for him which was the very first hint that something might be off about him. That, however, was the extent of it. He straightened up again, never ceasing his vigilant watch of her. “Well, I’m sure they told you, but I am Crisis and apparently you’re going to be my partner. Now, it may seem strange to you how this-“ he paused here and slowly moved to sink back down into the chair “all happened but I am authorized to explain that to you. You see, just like everything else in the entire world, you carry with you a unique scent. Sort of a natural smell of you. For whatever reasons, ones that I don’t fully understand, apparently your scent is one that doesn’t set me off like a normal person’s would. I get a bit antsy with most people but you, apparently, are one of the very slight exceptions to this normal rule.”<br/><br/>Here, Crisis paused to take a breath but also moved to stand back up; as wobbly as he might be, he was too uncomfortable to sit down in the presence of someone he barely knew. “First, I’m supposed to welcome you to this team but tonight I’m a bit too tired to care about all that b.s., so I’m just going to skip ahead to the parts that you’re probably wondering about: the ones about me, mostly. Now, I’m supposed to tell you that you are to take a good look at me…so common, walk just a little closer and take a look.” Ken looked over to Elisabeth and noded and slowly walked a bit closer, motioning the woman to follow her. They got within about twenty feet of Crisis and Ken motioned for her to stop.<br/><br/>He gave her a few moments to look at him, and he just watched her. From this distance, it was quite clear that he was absolutely drugged off his ass. There was a dull sheen in his eyes and his wobbling was a bit clearer from there, and his muscles were twitching and tensing rapidly in response to the sways in order to keep him standing. He took in a deep breath before he continued again. “You’re not supposed to see anything, in case you were wondering. The thing is I don’t look different from you. Not at all, and that’s what’s surprising because, despite how I look, I am the furthest thing from human that you can get. And I mean polar opposite. In fact, I’m sort of thing that kept things like you in check for a while. Nature’s only human population control measure.” He seemed to have a lighter tone, as if that was something he enjoyed thinking about. This, however, only lasted for a second before he added, “Scientifically, I am known as Canis Rex but, in your misused term, you’d call me a Werewolf-“<br/><br/>“But you’d rather say Werehuman, right?” Ken said with a laugh.<br/><br/>Crisis’ gaze just stalked over to the man. “Don’t interrupt me, Ken. Not tonight. You know it’s been a bad one.”  The Samoan instantly shut up and just silently shook his head. He looked back to Elizabeth, letting her soak that in. “You may talk,” he informed her blandly.