Alex decided that there wasn't anything significant taking place within the house that needed his immediate attention. He headed out the back entrance of the lab so as not to be seen, leaving his lab coat behind but keeping a tranquilizer gun tucked into his pants at the small of his back in case one of their new guinea pigs decided to run. They all looked so tempting, he couldn't wait to dig his proverbial claws into them. He headed over to the Lower Pasture (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50582.25) to go see to their successful conversions and compile any new data as well as to tend to their needs. He had a notepad in the pocket of his dress shirt and several pens that never seemed to run out of ink no matter how much he used them (and he used them a LOT); just one of the perks of having top-of-the-line everything where he worked.<br/><br/>Molly probably needed milking by now and Musco might need to be fed, unless Molly had already tended to that. It was lucky they were compatible or they'd have to be separated and their minds would degrade further. It was easier to assess their condition when they were still able to speak a little bit. And of course it made it easier for them to understand orders; he hated when he wasn't listened to. Dr. Andrews may have been his superior but he got the feeling she wanted to shoot down everything he said. He didn't think she liked him much but maybe one day she'd get bored with this place and then he'd be head scientist instead.