Soon after Sam sat down and removed the top half of the bodysuit, the pitter-patter of footsteps could be heard in the hallway behind the door of the morgue, growing louder. Sam glanced away from his torso, to the door, seeing it slide open, the six-limbed figure stepping through.
"And here we are again." They commented idly as they approached a drawer on the far end of the room, opening it. The door closed automatically behind them. Elm greeted the figure as they walked past, calling them by their name, Ultri. Ultri in turn, gave a half-hearted wave.
[color=edc393]"I like it here so much, I decided to drop back in."[/color] said Sam while reaching into the top to pull the arm out of the sleeve.
"Of course. Who doesn't love a good morgue? Cold light, clinically clean, and permanently stinking of formaldehyde." Ultri said sarcastically, in a joking tone. Pulling a pair of latex gloves out of the drawer, Ultri put them on, then retrieved several impliments, held in a plastic binder. "So, how did this happen, then?" They asked as they walked towards the table Sam sat on, laying the implement binder to on the foot end of the table.
[color=edc393]"Cut myself while chopping vegetables."[/color] Sam responded as he pulled out the arm, giving a small chuckle at the joke. [color=edc393]"Truth is? I'm not even really sure how it happen. It's go--"[/color] He began to explain, pausing when Ultri told him to lay down and hold the severed arm close to the stump, continuing after doing so. [color=edc393]"--It's got something to do with those people we found. So you might want to watch yourself when cutting the one I brought here open, or whatever it is you do."[/color]
"It's probable it has something to do with the equipment, and appears to be aetherlogical in nature." Elm chimed in.
"I see, I see..."