John had been in the foundation's mess hall pouring himself a fresh cup of coffee when the sound of Miles Gatsworth blared over the intercoms, requesting the presence of multiple personnel, three doctors -of which he was one- and two officers to be specific. John's face split into a somewhat Cheshire-esque grin as he listened to the intercom, he nearly dropped his coffee, however was still focused enough on it to set it on the counter as he listened to the intercom. A request for his presence in room-C17 could only mean one thing: A new specimen, likely one that fit his forte. The doctor let out a somewhat feminine squeal of excitement as he sprinted out of the mess hall, completely forgetting about his coffee as he did so. "A new entity! HELL YES! Come to papa!" The researcher said with a cackle whilst weaving around other personnel that were present in the hall at the time. A left, a right, another right, and- "There!", John's sneakers squeaked against the floor as he came to a halt, just barely managing to keep from falling over. 

The doctor fumbled for his key card, scanned it, then stormed into the room still grinning widely as his eyes began to dart around the room, "Where is it!? Can I see it?! How's it been behaving thus far!? Are there signs of-", he stopped himself as he remembered exactly where he was and what he was currently doing. John's cheeks turned pink, he felt a hot wave of embarrassment wash over himself as he replayed what he'd just done in his head. That was not professional, certainly not befitting of a man of his stature, and most definitely not befitting of someone doing what he did for a living. He was a doctor first and foremost, meaning he was to retain an air of professionalism at all times, regardless of how long he'd gone without something to research. John cleared his throat with his fist over his face, "My apologies. It's...it's been a long two weeks, and I got over excited." he said meekly as he slunk over to a seat and nestled in quietly. Suddenly becoming increasingly aware of his disheveled appearance, John began to smooth out his lab coat and the top of his head, then pulled his pony tail over his shoulder and did his best to smooth down the stray strands.