The door opens on it’s own and Owen walks in, he looks less like a work in progress, still mechanical but much less. Outside the room a man with a sharp suit and a serious demeanor watches them. Owen pays him no mind as he focuses his attention entirely on Curt. his expression (because he can kind of make those now) is cold, full of rage but also.. Confusion? There is much on his mind.
Sorry for the wait, they had to take some precautions.. You know, so I don’t get up and leave.
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Curt's changed, since they last had an encounter.
He’s lost some weight, but he’s not starving. Either he’s refused to eat whatever CHIMERA has tried to feed him, or he hasn’t been fed consistently. He'd never answer that question directly, if he was asked. He’s lacking in sunlight, but that’s what imprisonment does to someone. His gaze is distant. Dull. His clothes and him are slightly dirty too. They focus on Owen when he stepped through, blinking at him slowly. Registering his presence.
He shuffled from the corner of the room, slowly moving to stand. A hand rested on the wall, to help stabilise. “Owen.” Despite the difference of appearance, he could always recognise him. A talent or a curse, he'll never think too much on that. “You look great.”
