Samantha entered the lab with the Doctor waddling behind her, he was taken in by the advanced technology that lay along the working benches. He darted around the room investigating each individual piece of tech, staring through the transparent glass of each test tube; slobbering his finger prints over anything he could touch. He was in awe at the equipment around him.
"Yes, I thought with a name like 'Doctor' you would be a man of science. I didn't think you were the helping type to be a medical Doctor." Samantha commented, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning herself on the white wall nearest to her, a red emblem with a 'Z' as it's main feature painted above her.
"Obviously you haven't heard of me then, I did help out here and there," the Doctor had seemingly frozen with a test tube in hand, his face becoming the perfect image of sadness as though a storm had hit the ocean, "That was a long time ago. Been, well, retired recently. Still might be. Which is probably why I should be off." His hands dug into the pockets of his trousers, pushing back his jacket to reveal the red lining that was laced underneath.
Samantha could tell that this 'Doctor' had a lot on his mind, clearly tortured by some mysterious past that he would never reveal to her. Of course, she had no intention of discovering that lonesome past. She was playing nice for the time, but soon her claws would snatch her prey. She only wanted his DNA, just one sample. After she had gotten that, well, she didn't quite care what General Bainley was to do with him, or how he would dispose of him. Samantha pushed herself off from the wall and swiped a syringe from one of the working benches. The Doctor had found himself staring down the lenses of a very powerful microscope, unable to witness the actions behind him. Samantha was creeping up to to the back of his head, halting once she was close enough and raised the syringe. Aiming for the pulsing vein in his neck.
"I wouldn't do that," the Scottish Doctor stated, continuing to observe the microscope. The syringe still above his head.
"And why is that?" Samantha questioned with curiosity raised in her tone.
"Because it will make me mad, trust me you don't want me mad. The absolute last thing you want, especially if you value your work." The threat made by him seemed so natural to him, it was said in such a relaxed way that there was no doubt that this wasn't his first rodeo. Samantha lowered the syringe, and allowed the Doctor to slip out from where she almost had him cornered.
"Good choice."
The Doctor waddled to the opposite end of the 'friendly' Samantha who was giving him the tour. Though he had an aching feeling that the tour was about to end and he was going to have to extend it somehow.
"Seeing as you're more than likely going to kill me, or at least try, then at least allow me to see what you have been working on. Like you said, I am a man of science." He walked up to what he guessed was a sliding door, slapping his palm upon the cold metal. Samantha had never mentioned that their big project was just through those doors, but the Doctor had travelled around long enough to know that there's always something behind the big ominous doors.
Samantha had to think about what he was asking of her, was it worth the risk?there was no way out for him, not with Anchor strolling around the facility. So what was the harm?
"Ok. I won't be the one to take the pleasure of not seeing our work from you. Open." With the command given, the slithered open. At first there was darkness then the lights began to flicker on and slowly a vast amount of cells were visible. The Doctor could do nothing but whistle. He popped his head into the unveiled area with his body following not long after.
"All those cells and no occupants. Business must be slow."
"One."
"Sorry?"
"One occupant."
The Doctor began to walk straight, cautiously. He halted at cell 4 to find a sleeping girl, her back facing the glass of the cell.
"Subject 1, that's her name."
"That's not a name, that's a number." The Doctor responded, turning to Samantha with his attack eyebrows on.