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If Ambrose felt like he was under the spotlight before, it was even worse now with the lamp on and with Matthew's stunned exclamation. A ball seemed to drop into the pit of his stomach and sink.

"I.... I... well... I'd really like to say it's... maybe... thick hair?" It was more of a justification. Ambrose didn't buy it wasn't actually fur more than Matthew did, especially with what he knew of his other new "attributes".

"They...." he shook his head, repeating almost verbatum what he had said moments before Matthew's arrival to Greer, re-emphasizing his concern about what could have been injected in him to DO this. The lies, and wondering about whether or not they would in fact let him leave, and... then the othery mysterious injections the rest of the people had been receiving - comparing it to Greer's mosquito discovery.

"Matthew - you mentioned they told you they were doing genetics work? Do you know anything about that?" His tone was pleading - he needed answers, and the fear, despite the amount he was trying to cover it, was still there.

Supressing her worry, Greer's brain clicked smoothly back into scientist mode, the addition of a fellow studious person helping the transition emmensely. How on earth did other people function without a clinical autopilot?

"We'll both help Ambrose, for as long as we're able." Maybe if she kept reminding herself she might change, she'd get used to the idea. Well, as long as she didn't loose the use of her hands, or become an insectivore or some other such hellish thing...

Was she getting mildly excited about this change prospect? No, surely not. Research, that's what she needed! Her mind worked best when studying or solving problems.

"Is there anything... practical I can do? Specific questions I can answer?" she looked at both men when she asked this, hoping at least one would give her something to do so she could avoid thinking about all the new and frightening things that were happening.

Matthew shrugged helplessly at Greer. He had no idea where to start, what to do... more information was needed.

Hmm... nearly two weeks since Ambrose had gotten here. Were they going to wait that long for all of them? Would there be an all of them, or was it just because Ambrose had purposefully signed up for the study? Matthew didn't know. But whatever it was they'd done to the other man... well. It was definitely genetic on some level, he couldn't think of anything that would cause those kinds of effects so rapidly. Hair growth was one thing, but things like his ears? His longer teeth?

His eyes narrowed upon hearing of the lab's reaction. He hadn't met this Aubrey, but he could hardly believe that any human being would react so carelessly towards someone in Ambrose's situation. It was crazy!

"She actually laughed? It definitely sounds like she knows what's going on, then. I wonder... I wonder just how much of Moreau's staff is involved?"

Matthew thought back to Sabin, greeting him on the beach. It was hard to think someone so nice could be involved in such a thing, whatever it was; but then, humans could be wonderfully skilled actors when they needed to be.

Looking to Greer, he nodded at Ambrose's comment. "If they'd talk to you... if we can get any sort of outside information, any at all... it might help. The more we've got to work with, the greater chance we've got of figuring out something."

He was trying very hard not to think of himself as part of this increasingly bad situation. But the more he tried not to think about it, the more he realized that his fate was just as tied up here as anyone else that had been lured to the island. It was definitely not a comforting feeling.

Ambrose nodded to Matthew "I swear, that's how she reacted. It boggled my mind. Could her friendliness all have been some sort of elaborate act?" He desparaged - it seemed all too convincing if it had been.

"You're right, though. We need to work together on this - put our heads together and find out what precisely is going on - and try to get as much information from them as they're willing to give... taken with a heafty dose of salt now." His sigh almost bleeded into a rather canine whine, which made Ambrose freeze and shut up very quickly, shifting nervously.

Ambrose smiled to Greer and thanked her, standing up and shaking her hand. "Thank you so much, Greer. This means so much. I wish you the best of luck"

After cleaning herself up, Aubrey stopped by the kitchen and dug around. She filled a basket full of fruits, chocolate, cookies, and other random goodies and headed towards the village.

Remembering the doctor's request, she radio'ed a guard and asked to him to meet her in the village. At least he would be there. But Aubrey a lot more confidence in the young man than Moreau did.

Walking quickly towards Duplex #1, she rapped on his door.

"For what it's worth, I'm wishing the same thing."

Matthew jerked slightly at the knock, turning to face the door. He'd gotten so wrapped up in the little world of his mind, so focused on the discussion between him, Greer, and Ambrose... he'd rather forgotten there were other people on the island, for a moment.

And Ambrose didn't seem like he was expecting company. Who could blame him? So who could it be? Maybe the Dude had returned...

Ambrose blanched at the voice. First, the fur on the back of his neck and shoulders bristled at his initial anger. But he hesitated, he heard a very different tone in her voice today than last time he spoke with her.

He hesitated for a moment, before sighing. What good would keeping her out do? He needed answers, even if they weren't the complete truth she was the only official channel he had. Maybe Greer had fetched her.

"I guess so" Came the eventual, reluctant reply.