The guards remained calm and professional as they secured Touhou on the floor, making sure she was immobilized before moving to secure the area. One of them spoke into his radio again, updating their superiors on the situation while another kept a close eye on Dr. Allen in the observation room, ensuring that she didn't attempt anything unexpected.

As backup arrived, the guards were relieved and quickly briefed them on what had happened so far.

"We have to contain you," one of the guards replied, his voice firm but not unkindly, "for your own safety and ours." They looked around at the other guards, who nodded in agreement. "I'm sorry, but we can't let you go until this is over."

Dr. Allen remained silent from her observation room, watching intently as the situation unfolded before her. She trusted that the MTF personnel were handling it properly and efficiently.

"I am 25 years old." You reply to Dr. Allen honestly, not bothering to ask why she wanted that information. It was clear that she had plenty of other questions for you.

Dr. Allen makes a note of your age on her clipboard before continuing. "And what about your background?" she asks, leaning closer to the containment glass. "Where are you from originally? Did you go to school or college?"

"I'm not mute, deaf, nor dumb." I say simply, my voice calm and assertive despite the circumstances. "Just choosing my words carefully."

Henry looks at Dr. Allen directly without reacting or responding verbally. "You seem very eager to study me." He thinks silently to himself. "What could possibly make you think I'm worth your time?" He considers playing dumb, pretending he doesn't understand the situation, but something tells him that wouldn't work on this clever researcher. He decides to observe her carefully instead, noting her physical appearance and body language, trying to gauge her intentions and potential weaknesses. "Let's just get this over with, shall we?" He finally speaks, his tone calm and detached. "

Allen shrugs noncommittally. "Perhaps," she says, turning back to you. "We'll need to keep this in mind when planning our future experiments and containment procedures." She pauses for a moment, considering her next question carefully before asking, "Can you elaborate on any other aspects of your physiology or behavior that we should be aware of?"

Dr. Allen nods slowly, processing the implications of your warning about approaching snow leopards during mating season. "So, it seems there are certain times or circumstances where your abilities might become more unpredictable or intense?"

She scribbles down some notes on her clipboard, then looks up at you with a thoughtful expression. "This could pose interesting challenges for our research, but also provides opportunities for groundbreaking discoveries."

After a brief pause, Dr. Allen continues, her tone now turning slightly more serious. "

Henry simply stares back at Dr. Allen, his expression neutral. He doesn't respond verbally, but he neither shows defiance or signs of being unaware. "We have limited time today, so let's make it productive," she continues, pulling out a tablet to review some data. "I want to learn more about you and how you came to be." Her tone remains amiable despite the clinical context.

Henry remained still and silent, his expression unreadable behind the mask. He did not acknowledge Dr. Allen's words or show any reaction to her presence. His only movement was a slight shift in weight from one foot to the other, but otherwise he stood motionless, awaiting further instruction or interaction.*

As soon as the agent extends his arm, you swiftly slice through the fabric of his sleeve, aiming for his forearm. The sharp edge bites into flesh easily, drawing crimson droplets of blood onto the floor. The agent grits his teeth against the pain.

"Enough!" Dr. Allen commands sharply, stepping forward to intercept any potential escalation. She glances at the bleeding wound on the agent's arm before addressing you calmly. "Well done. That proves the lethality of your weapon. Now we can proceed with further testing."

The MTF escort relaxes slightly but remains vigilant, watching both you and Dr. Allen carefully. "What sort of tests would you like us to conduct next?" they ask cautiously.