[It's been a few days since Stephen saw anyone else in person, and despite the general familiarity of stepping back into a hospital he's not entirely thrilled to be here. A sweep of the building didn't turn up anything particularly nasty other than the way the morgue makes his skin crawl (natural fear? imposed? he's not sure), but it did turn up what he came here for: one compound microscope ready for action.
He doesn't have any particular reason to expect company, so when he sets out his things on the desk of the administrative office where he found the microscope, he indulges himself by pulling up the playlist he's been compiling from bits and pieces on the network. It's mostly Doctor House, of course, but he can live with that. The Cloak is cooperative today, lying limp across the desk as it allows him to examine its hem under magnification. He's progressed to looking at a loose thread now, and he's utterly engrossed as House's Rolling Stones medley plays on.]
afternoon / early evening
He doesn't have any particular reason to expect company, so when he sets out his things on the desk of the administrative office where he found the microscope, he indulges himself by pulling up the playlist he's been compiling from bits and pieces on the network. It's mostly Doctor House, of course, but he can live with that. The Cloak is cooperative today, lying limp across the desk as it allows him to examine its hem under magnification. He's progressed to looking at a loose thread now, and he's utterly engrossed as House's Rolling Stones medley plays on.]