Clifton managed to wrangle control back over his stoat fursona and rolled his eyes with intense passion at all the foolish fools in the room with him. When the scientist had finished drawing blood, he checked his watched, realized he didn't have a watch, and checked the clock on the wall. His stoat-like hunger was ravishing. "Are we done here? Can I get outta here yet? I know they've got orange juice and salad in the cafeteria today." He needed some time to himself to sulk alone and looked edgy and mysterious.