"I'm sorry this had to happen, Rani," she said sincerely. "But we need to make sure you're healthy before we can continue with anything else." Once your injuries were cleaned and bandaged up, she stood back and surveyed her work, giving the MTF guard a nod of approval. "There we go. You should be feeling much better now," she said reassuringly, offering you a small smile. "Now, why don't we get back to discussing things?

Dr. Allen nodded understandingly, her expression thoughtful as she studied your silent gaze. "I realize that this must be difficult for you," she said gently, "but I promise we're not here to harm you. We just want to learn more about who you are and what makes you tick. That knowledge could help us protect not only the Foundation, but humanity as a whole." She paused, considering her next words carefully before continuing. "If there's anything you'd like to share with me, anything at all...

The temperature in the room gradually began to drop as the MTF agent worked on the climate control system. Dr. Allen watched with interest as Rani got up from the floor; she seemed much shorter than a typical human male. The head researcher made a mental note of this unusual feature, adding it to her growing list of observations about the creature.

"Now then," she said, once she was certain that the temperature had reached the requested level, "I'd like to ask you some questions about yourself, if you don't mind."

Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at the creature's defiant tone but didn't let it faze her. "I understand that you may feel... confined here," she said carefully, "but our questions are part of our ongoing research to better understand and contain SCPs like yourself." She paused for a moment before adding, "The more cooperative you are, the sooner we can all go back to our regular duties."

The MTF agent standing nearby shifted uncomfortably at the mention of their "regular duties,"

Dr. Allen's eyes widen even further at your words, realizing that the situation has just become much more dire. "But-but those are our only options!" she stammers. The MTF team looks to her for guidance, confusion etched on their faces as they stand by with the reality anchor device.

"Perhaps...," Dr. Allen murmurs, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. She approaches the intercom once more and speaks into it carefully: "

"You're right, we could try to... talk to you," Dr. Allen says cautiously. "We know that you're an anomaly, SCP-7000. We understand that you have powers and abilities beyond our understanding. Perhaps if we could just..." She trails off, hesitating for a moment before continuing: "Perhaps if we could... learn more about you. Your background, your history. Why you're here."