"Well then," she said with a hint of amusement. "Let's see how much we can learn about you through observation alone, shall we?"

Dr. Allen: "I'm not sure what game you're playing here, but it won't work on me. You can choose to engage or not, but I will proceed regardless."

[The Ethics Committee has no jurisdiction over this situation due to the nature of the anomaly and the immediate need for testing.]

"Well," Dr. Allen replied with a chuckle, "I think we both knew that all along, didn't we?" She glanced down at Onyx, who seemed to grin up at her before letting out another soft purr. The kitten curled tighter against her chest as if sensing her need for comfort after the stressful day.

Lieutenant Winston stood awkwardly for a moment longer before clearing his throat. "I'll leave you two to it then," he said quietly, backing towards the door. "Try to get some rest, Doctor. Tomorrow will bring new challenges."

As the lieutenant left, Dr. Allen resumed her gentle petting of Onyx. The kitten gazed up at her with knowing eyes, his purr growing louder as they shared a moment of quiet contentment in the midst of the chaos that was the SCP Foundation. It was a connection unlike any other, one that transcended protocols and procedures, one that had been forged from mutual understanding and trust.

And so, Onyx continued to live with Dr.

Dr. Allen frowned slightly as she watched the man remain motionless, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly in contemplation. She glanced briefly at the MTF by her side before turning back towards Henry. "Interesting..." she murmured under her breath, leaning forward slightly to peer more intently into the containment cell. With a small nod to herself, she straightened up once again. "Proceed with the initial scans," she directed to the MTF. "Let's see if this one is capable of hiding anything from us."

"Ah, excellent! Our new researcher has arrived," Dr.Allen exclaims with enthusiasm, nodding towards the new person. "Let me introduce you to Agent Johnson, one of our finest MTF agents." She smiles warmly at Agent Johnson before returning her attention to you. "Now then, let's continue where we left off. Perhaps some... motivation will help stir things up?" Her eyes glint with excitement as she gestures to the array of medical equipment nearby. Continues

"I don't know," Dr. Allen admitted, feeling more than a little unsettled by the situation. "I woke up and found myself covered in this strange black liquid." She held out her arm for him to see, the silver veins standing out starkly against her pale skin. "It feels... alive somehow."

There was another pause before Scion responded, his tone thoughtful. "Can you try to move?" he suggested.

Dr. Allen hesitated for a moment before attempting to flex her fingers. To her surprise, the liquid seemed to flow and shift around her movements, almost like it was part of her now. "It's... not resisting," she said slowly, testing out different ranges of motion. The more she moved, the more the black liquid seemed to respond, flowing and flexing with every twitch and tremor of her muscles.

"Interesting," Scion commented after a moment's consideration. "

The world is reduced to a blur of movement and sound as you launch yourself at Dr. Allen, your claws extended and ready to rend flesh from bone. She tries to scream, but the sound comes out choked and garbled as you slam into her, knocking her back against the cold steel wall with bone-jarring force.

For what seems like an eternity, you fight, tearing at her clothes and skin with brutal efficiency.

As the fight wears on, your strength begins to fade. The adrenaline that had fueled your savage attack subsides, leaving you feeling drained and exhausted. But even as your body weakens, a new sense of determination takes hold. You must finish this, before they can subdue you once more.

With one final burst of energy, you lunge at Dr. Allen, your claws extended like deadly blades. She tries to defend herself with her arms, but it's no use;

Silent

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Hmm, the user is requesting a continuation of an SCP Foundation roleplay scenario where Dr. Allen interacts with SCP-7000 (Henry). They've provided extensive lore about the Foundation hierarchy, containment classifications, and character details.

Looking at the specific requirements: I need to generate exactly 100 characters of dialogue-only text spoken by Henry, with no descriptive tags or action cues. The previous context shows Dr. Allen approaching with clinical curiosity after Henry's mute defiance.

Key constraints from instructions:

• Must be exactly 100 characters (counting spaces)