Disturbed from his meditation, Wil looks up as he hears the door open, but says nothing as a scientist comes into the room.  Apparently they had decided to stop with the solitary confinement, although he was unsure what they were hoping to gain from this.  He had been around longer than many would suspect, even given his non-human nature, and long periods of solitude were not unusual, nor uncomfortable, for him.<br/><br/>Deciding to let his acquaintance make the first move, Wil simply fixed him with an intense stare, knowing full well that the young fellow in front of him would likely be intimidated simply by his presence; he was in what he surmised was the most secure location in the entire complex, he had killed over 300 of the mercenaries they had sent after him, most with his bare hands, and he was exhibiting no signs of stress or discomfort from his imprisonment, despite being here for almost a month.<br/><br/>There was also the fact that if you looked hard enough, you could see that he wasn't entirely human.<br/><br/>The signs were subtle, but they were there.  A ridge of scales started next to each eyebrow, and looped around the back of his head to his neck, there to follow his spine down to around his hips.  He had another patch of scales running from the back of his hands to his elbows, and more on the outside of his calves.  He also had what appeared to be a tattoo of a star, superimposed over a circle, on his forehead.  The biggest indicator however, and probably also the most unnerving, were his eyes.  Instead of human irises, his were slitted like a cat or snake's.  Or, as some would say, like those of a dragon.