The man was talking again, continuously droning on about biological oddities that he has encountered and heard of in his [i]job[/i].

“See, M-mister Carnaby. T-there is a thing ca-called a Blobfish. It’s a deep sea fish that l-looks like those blob m-monstrosities that you see on TV. Only that it is s-smaller and l-looks more... Um... Less intimidati--”
“W-what? No, of c-course n-not! I’m not m-making it up.”
“Really, n-now? Are you telling m-me that I’m a liar? Heavens, how c-could you accuse me of-of such things? You know f-full w-well that I’m n-nothing like that.”
“I’ll have to r-remind you that I-i am a legitimate s-scientist. I do not m-make up such things, no matter how imp-probable they might seem to be.”

Die made his way through now opened tower doors and passed through the two men, completely oblivious of their presence despite the conversation that they seem to be having. The only [i]person[/i] that he senses at the moment the doll he’s clutching on his chest.

“W-well have you heard of this neat m-meat-eating plant? It’s call a Venus flytrap a-and it—“
“Oh… Y-wou could’ve just said that in a n-nicer way, Mister Potty Mouth. But really, it’s interesting it has these s-sensitive hairs i-inside…”