That word caught Mathieu's attention, seeing as there was only one lab in the area, and most people thought it was just a nuclear power plant. His eyes, which had at some point fallen closed, cracked open a bit, his elbows leaning on the table and body hunched as though bracing against the voices only e could hear. That thought was close. He felt a dull pain in his forehead as everything wet silent a moment, an experience he had never felt before, only to have a voice of a young man snap him out of the reprieve. He glanced up over the glasses lenses , bangs falling in his face. Did he know them? The internal voice was an exact match to this one; so they escaped and built a life for themselves?
"Actually," he worried the inner-corner of his mouth, not sure what he was doing, even still, he kept his mind focused on the young man. He was of the right age, he even seemed wary of him; though the latter wasn't such a good thing. He gave off the mental agitation that came with nervous caution, even fear. "I'm looking for someone." The bar seemed quiet to him, though the roars and cheers of intoxicated patrons bombarded the room.
'I should have thought this through. Should have thought this through!' he chanted in his mind, seriously doubting himself. He had to have been in the lab; he knew about it. Would this man recognize the doctor? If he did, how would he respond? Would Mathieu get any time to explain that he wasn't here to get them all captured and that he just wanted to help them? Even still, this person might be Taurus; though that lapse in his "hearing" was seriously peculiar.