Dib crossed and uncrossed his arms several times, as he was prone to do when in deep thought. He pulled his eyes away from the computer screens and turned his rotating chair to look around the small office, eyes falling on the cabinet of shotguns and rifles. For emergencies, of course. Riots, attacks, uprisings. Escapes. He stood and fingered the keys at his belt absently, stepping over to the cabinet. It unlocked with a jangle of keys, click of barrels. He opened the gate. Touched one of the shotguns. All loaded, ready to go. In case of that riot or attack. His eyes moved back to the screens. The crimson eyes seemingly staring into his amber ones. Such a fascinating creature. It had only been here for a few weeks before they decided to start running the experiments. They pried the mechanical thing from his back and quickly discovered the alien could not seem to live without it, so they replaced it for the time. They ran all the preliminary tests and procedures. The alien fought it at first but then gave in. It refused to speak, except for a few short curses in its strange tongue. It didn't communicate, didn't react. Just stared from those gleaming red eyes, impossible for a human to read. He wondered if it spoke English, or any human language. Likely not.
He looked back to the guns and chose one, taking it from it's rack and testing it's weight. Dib glanced back to the screen. The alien was looking away now. Dib wondered why they would squander such a creature. It had so much to give, scientifically, yet they wanted to kill it, to remove it's life support and watch it die. He wasn't at the level clearance to know exactly what they were doing, or what they planned for the alien, only that they aimed to document it's 'natural' death and then carve it up. Such a waste. The creature was really quite interesting-looking. And those crimson eyes, almost beautiful.
He closed his hands around the weapon and stepped to the door.