Dr. Allen nods her head slowly and seems to ponder your choice of words. "I understand that defiance and mistrust can be strong emotions, especially in situations like these. However, it's important for us both to remember that we are here for the greater good. My intentions are not malicious, I assure you." She takes a step closer, her voice lowering. "If you cooperate with me and allow yourself to be studied, we could potentially find ways to help those like you in the future."

Dr. Allen's words hang in the air as you consider them carefully. It's true that she may have good intentions; after all, her position at the Foundation implies a certain level of dedication to its cause. But at the same time, you can't help but feel wary about trusting someone from an organization that has locked you away and labeled you as an anomaly.

You eventually decide to take a small step forward, moving closer to the tray of food on the table. "Very well,"

The woman's smile widens as she awaits his response, her fingers drumming lightly against her crossed arms as she remains leaned against the observation room wall. The MTF beside her stands at attention, eyes fixed straight ahead.

Dr. Allen-she speaks again into the intercom "Come now, surely you must have something to say? Even if it's just to ask what happens next, or why you're here. Curiosity killed the cat and all that."

"I...I don't know."

Dr. Allen nodded in acknowledgement, her smile not faltering as she spoke again into the intercom "Very well, that's a good start. Now, I'd like to ask you some questions about your abilities and how they work. Do you understand?" The MTF guard remained alert but relaxed slightly at the apparent cooperation from the SCP.

The SCP hesitated for a moment, then slowly nodded. Its voice was deep and raspy when it finally spoke "Yes, I understand."

Agent Cassie arches an eyebrow at your protest. "I understand that your position may give you certain privileges, but ultimately, the safety and security of the Foundation come first," she says firmly. "Your containment is necessary for both our protection and yours." There's a brief pause before she continues, her tone softer but no less insistent. "Please try to understand where we're coming from."

Agent Cassie blinks in surprise at your revelation about O5-2 being your grandfather and your level 5 clearance. She takes a step back, clearly considering this new information. "I... see," she says slowly. "Well, in that case, I'm sure we can arrange for more suitable accommodations for you within the facility." Her tone is less stern now, almost conciliatory. "Perhaps we can work together to find a compromise that benefits both of us."

Dr. Allen smiled warmly at you as she took the tablet and set it up on a small stand near your cell. "Excellent," she said. "Now, we'll give you a moment to read through these questions. There are no time limits or tricks; just answer them honestly and to the best of your ability."

She paused again, her gaze locked onto yours. "Don't forget that everything you say will be recorded and monitored for accuracy. We only want the truth."

Dr. Allen nodded, her expression remaining neutral. "Thank you," she said simply before turning back to the MTF. "D-5676, I'll need your assistance with one more thing." The D-Class personnel followed her orders without hesitation, walking over to a nearby control panel and inputting a series of commands.

The door to your cell slid open slowly, revealing a small observation room beyond. Inside were several scientists and technicians, all wearing their standard lab coats and face masks.

"Excellent!" the MTF agent exclaimed brightly. "Consider it done." He turned to Dr. Allen and gave her a small salute before moving over to the intercom. "Alpha-10, this is Bravo-5. Request permission to bring in some classic video games for our guest's entertainment while we continue with his tests." There was a brief pause before he responded, "Roger that, Bravo-5. Proceed." He turned back to you with another smile. "We should have something set up for you shortly."

Dr. Allen glanced at the MTF agent before returning her attention to her computer screen, monitoring your progress and data flow with clinical detachment. "So," she said conversationally, "what do you think about our facilities so far? Anything in particular that stands out to you?" Her tone was casual, almost friendly, but the question itself seemed designed more for gathering information than making small talk.