The creature watched its creator, listening intently to him as he explained that the gray goo was indeed part of it. It watched his hands as he held its in place. Its eyes followed his every move, leaning forward to sniff the rag as he went about cleaning the goo from its hand. When he showed it the rag, displaying the gray chunks smeared there, it reached up with its other hand to grab at the rag but stopping short from take it out of his grip. 

It allowed the rag to be taken away as he turned to place it back on the cart. It watched it go, following the new rag he had acquired. It wasn't sure what that strong smelling stuff was that he had put on the rag, but it was acrid. Its smell was so strong, it lingered in its nose even after the rag had been taken away. 

It shifted every so slightly as he placed the rag over the gash in its leg. It followed its master's directions and pressed firmly on the rag, tilting its head to the side as if it could peer up the rag if it just cocked its head a certain way. It wasn't quite sure what fat was but it seemed to be something that came out of it. With its other hand, it reach out and pinched along the arm to the hand that held down the rag. No goo seemed to come out. It gave the skin a few scratches with its dirty fingernail, doing nothing but leaving ashy lines in its gray skin. It let out a harrumph before it looked back at its creator. There was a lot to learn about its own body. There was a lot to learn about this place too. 

The creature looked around the lab, its eyes lingered on this thing or that. Its eyes lingered on the tub behind it for a moment before it looked back at its creator, releasing a gurgle that resonated like a question. “Where are we,” it seemed to ask.