"Hm..." A microscope? As hard as it was to think back to the night before last (all his mind wanted to remember was being drowned in blood, in feeling that warm body go cold in his arms as it desperately shuddered for air...), Venom tried, searching his memory for anything of the sort on the second floor. Aside from the various beakers, chemicals, and other lab equipment... "I haven't seen either of those in the areas I've examined," he paused, a hand briefly rising as if to brush the hair out of his face before it fell back into his lap mid-motion, "but I'm willing to check again."

But not this night. Tonight--

"Mr. Lant!" Nurse's voice cut into the thought, her right arm raised in the air as she waved at him from across the room.

The nurses were beginning to collect their charges. He'd take that as his cue to leave, then. Rising from his spot on the couch, the assassin bowed at the waist - a show of respect that may or may not have one last effort to preserve the teenager's willingness to speak with him. "If you can think of anything else, please let me now. I will see what I can do."

With that, he was gone.