Well, this was pretty well not what he had expected. He didn't know what he'd expected honestly, but it wasn't this. This was as far from his assignment as he could have imagined, and suddenly he found himself wondering long and precariously about what had caused the previous analyst to<em>leave the position.</em>Had they? Or had the specimen turned the guns on him, too? There was so little information given to him, and he suddenly regretted on asking about one hundred more questions in the interview process.<br/><br/>Briefly, his eyes flickered to the leaky pipe, noting it and taking it in. He then also looked to where the specimen had been floating before. There had been beeping before. Now, there was just the dripping. The dripping and the sound of "her" footsteps on the ground. Was the dripping related to the sudden transformation somehow?<br/><br/>Mr. Graham neatly folded his hands behind his back, refusing to shake the specimen's "hand." Something about the thought of touching it made him uneasy, but for now, he made no attempts to move away so long as it did not press toward him further. He shook his head once, and then frowned slightly at the specimen, as if he was disappointed at it somehow.<br/><br/>Internally, Jude was at a loss for how to respond right now. So long as the specimen did not make another immediate move toward him, he pulled his hands out from behind him and began to sign at "her," seeing if she knew any sign language.<strong>&lt;Can you understand me? If yes, understand I was given a job.</strong><br/><br/>Dropping his hands back to his side, he studied the specimen for a reaction.