Ambrose gulps, seeing the handcuffs. He glances briefly at Liwei, before grinning and almost skipping over to the bed. "I assure you mister boss guy that I won't be any trouble!"
Dione fidgeted with her hands. She knew Ambrose could handle himself, but she didn't trust the two Brom prisoners, despite their injuries and diminutive stature. "What do we do? Shouldn't we go search for them?"
"However you act, I shall treat you. Agreed?" The Boss walked back over to Ambrose and pulled up his sleeve. "Admittedly, we are lacking in the Y chromosome department, but it does not matter so much. Our female subjects have given us less than the males so far anyway." He cleaned Ambrose's arm before sticking the needle in and drawing out the blood.
Dione nods quickly, gathering herself. "I'm right behind you." She lowers her voice a bit and dissolves into the trepidation plaguing her mind. "I really hope we find him," she whispers softly, clenching her fists to steel herself into determination rather than fear.
Oh great... It's one of them. Brianna had to stop herself from groaning out loud. "Ah.. One of the family! For what reason am I blessed with this visit? And for goodness sake, the girl is simply out cold. Probably because you stuck too much tranquiliser in her." Brianna took off her plastic gloves with a huff. "What could possibly be so urgent that you drag yourself to my humble abode, hm?"
The Boss let out what sounded like a tiny cough of laughter. "Boy, I do not care how you present yourself or wish to be accepted. I have thought of you as nothing less than male this whole time. Why, you look like-" He cut himself off, not wanting the boy to know of his attachment to his appearance nor to remind himself of the past. "Never mind. However, no matter what you may say the blood in this vial-" he tapped the red glass with a finger, "-contains a chromosome we lack experimental data for." He walked over to a desk with a microscope on top of it.
"The Boss?" Brianna blinked in surprise. "How odd, he should know that I'm in the middle of an experiment..." she shook her head. "No matter. If the hand that payeth calls, I must answer." She prepares to leave, slipping on a jacket near the room's exit but gives Mona cold glare before she goes. "I assume you have something to do elsewhere, yes? Leave the girl. She'll be fine."