Plump Pleasantries

"Well, now that we've established that you are infact still in control of your faculties," Dr. Ivers continued, brushing a lock of hair out from in front of her eyes, "I'd like to talk to you and see if I can't secure your cooperation with these... difficult matters. I apologize for again for the manner of your...sudden relocation. But surely you can understand why we were pushed to such urgent and **** measures. These...changes...these manifestations of yours," Dr. Ivers glanced down at the extraordinary and immense manhood dangling down between Issac's legs, "they require immediate attention and study. Like I said before, it's like nothing we've ever seen before."

Issac met Dr. Ivers's gaze. He was strangely calm at the moment. Despite everything that had happened previously, he felt fully in control of himself. Maybe he should have been feeling afraid, angry, or some other normal emotion. Instead Issac felt only a sense of strange acceptance. Maybe the previous incidents had broken whatever part of his brain delt with strangeness, but this just seemed par for the course. "What does that entail? My cooperation, that is."He glanced around the room, taking in its overwhelming sterility despite the small number of his effects which has been relocated inside. "Am I a prisoner here?"

Dr. Ivers grimaced, letting out a small sigh. "I'd...prefer you not think of it that way. I'd much rather you think of yourself as a guest while we work this all out. Surely you can understand just how dangerous it would be to have you roaming around right now. But, at least for the moment, you're not free to leave." The good doctor gave him a steely look, but Issac could see just a hint of trepidation creeping at the edges of her tight lips.

Issac felt her words wash over him. He was trapped after all. Again, he should find that alarming. But again, he felt nothing. No spike in adrenaline, no rage, no overwhelming fear or anxiety. Just...sort of muted. Flat. Like it didn't matter, at least for now. "Okay."

Dr. Ivers looked at him with surprise. "Okay? That's...that's it? Just okay?"

Issac shrugged at her. "What's the use in freaking out about something I can't change? Your position is clearly superior. Honestly, cooperating seems like the best possibility for me at the moment."

Dr. Ivers took a moment, still shocked, but then rapidly recovered. "Well now, that's...good to hear!" The smallest vestiges of a smile peaked from the corners of her lips. "Like I said before, we weren't exactly prepared for your...sudden arrival today, so we're still preparing. But in the mean time, is there anything we can do for you? Anything we can get you? Or do you just want to relax for a while before we get started?"

Issac mulled her question over in his mind. He did have a few questions. What exactly was this fertility **** he'd been exposed to anyway? Was everyone else okay? How were Emma and Angela? But first and foremost, there was one thing nagging at him more than anything.

"Actually, could I get some food? I feel like I'm starving."