(in human form)
The middle aged, slightly disheveled looking man pushed up his thin brimmed glasses, which slipped down his nose for the kazillionth time it seemed, while searching a very worn piece of paper in his jacket pocket.
Throwing a fast glance at the precise, almost mechanical handwriting, he sighed inwardly. it could very well be written in scrawny chinese, it would not make a difference. He was lost. Looking up, he scanned his surroundings carefully, not really knowing what exactly he was looking for. One would assume that a man with pretty much half a computer as a brain would have a hard time getting lost. He actually was surprised himself.
then again...this was the first time since his accident that he was out on his own. He made his way over to one of the few benches, and sat himself down with a sight. Well. Technically he was not even supposed to be on his own. But Harris had suddently run of with a sort of half formed, shady excuse, and left him alone with his task. He cursed his fellow researcher. Why did they have to run out of that particullar cell nurishment now? something that they seemingly could only find here...if he would find the provider, that was. Days like these
really showed poor Victor why he preferred to stay at the laboratories. But alas, the sooner he finally found this provider, the sooner he would be back. With that thought in mind, the blonde man with the unaturally steely blue eyes pushed himself off his bench and hesitantly walked towards a crowd and, at least he hoped so, the general direction of his destination.