More often than not it was a blessing that Rude wasn't vert expressive. This was one of those occasions. The man in front of him was a Detective? Trained in firearms and explosives? Well, he supposed he'd seen dumber people left in charge of these things.

Rude didn't know a whole lot about the experiments but the guy had been upstairs and seemed willing. So that was good. Rude nodded, as he thought to himself.

"What's your name?" he finally asked, makin a few notes on a new page of his journal.