He had taken the liberty of removing a few buttons from his wrist the tatters of what was once a nice dress top ragged and soiled. He had his own sense of style many didn't see the artist in him and his taste in bold color schemes. The plastic thing dropped to the floor and there it remained as he eyed it for a very long time.  Idly thinking of the other buttons and knowing he’d be unable to stop himself from ripping each remaining one off in a matter of time.  The iron hinges of the door had moaned open the lift of a dark blonde brow followed making out only the white coat from afar. He’d been all too familiar with lab coats like that in and out of places he got around.  This was not his first time being in a nut house but he didn't need to reflect on his younger years just yet. Bare feet wiggled inside his socks they should have removed his clothing while he was out cause he was having funny ideas now. Then she came in the light reflecting through the glass her posture was what he looked at first. Neatly kept… young but not ugly at all. He didn't say a word just yet slipping one foot behind the other taking a step back from the glass.<br/><br/>Had he really learned his lesson?? Well that was a funny way to make her introduction she instantly came off as pointed and he’d not said a single word to her to deserve that! Green eyes looked down to the block of a bed before sitting , feet planted down along the cold floor hand his hands just on his knees. Awkwardly upright he frowned dropping the corner of his mouth. Her second question made him snicker some did she even know why he was here?? It could have been a number of reasons but he threw one out at her anyway. “It might be the old folks home I visited.. or the ricin I placed in several books in various libraries.. or it could be a giant freak who has nothing better to do then nose into other people’s business.” He smiled leaned his palms harder into his knees yeah this was no good. Hard as stone he wouldn't get enough beauty sleep that was for sure. He didn’t mind the stitches in the side of his head or the beating the police gave him even the smell that was coming from him. It was the damn bed.<br/><br/>“Let me guess you here to evaluate me? I can save you some time on that.” His finger lifted up and then down as he pushed up to his feet walking back to the glass. “Name, unknown, age unknown, height six foot one, weight approximately one ninty-ish.., eyes green, hair blonde” Though at the moment he’d had it a fading green. “Subject has psychopathic tendencies, sociopath…? “He gave a mild shrug. “Though I’m not one for name calling you hear me toots.” Winking towards her he slammed his hands into the glass. “Just tell me what do I got to do for a pillow and some toilet paper?” He etched a smile on his face as his right hand slid down leaving only his left hand up. His index finger pointing to her head and heading down the length of her form to her feet and up again to her head. “How rude of you. You haven’t given me your name toots.” He turned his shoulder into the glass and finally turned his back to her leaning against it. This glass was thick it wouldn't do any good to try and break it. Wondering to himself just how to get into the gen pop of this nut house. He did so much like being around mindless people they were easy to handle.<br/><br/>He didn’t assume anything just yet and as he leaned his weight on the glass he noticed only the turning of a camera noting only its left and right slow capture of his cell.  The one thing on his mind was when they would have to come and give him time to shower, time to eat… the routine was especially interesting to him around here he thought he would ask. “I’d like to know my schedule if you don’t mind.” No malice in the tone he was genuinely curious about how they handled the animals in here. How they would handle him, the stupid thing about people was they were always going on about human rights and some other such bullshit.<br/>