They were going to get no where standing here talking about these files. He huffed a breath as she mentioned the files were about her and... Charles? Did she mean the professor? His brow raised high over one eye. Damn did he need a cheap cigar. "You and the Professor? That's not what I was looking at a minute ago." He said, pushing away from the filing cabinet.

As she told her story again he snorted, moving to the cabinet with the small hand prints on it. Mostly to put some distance between him and her. The last thing he needed was her messing with his mind right now.

So maybe it was the truth. It sounded more believable than his waking up at the docks with no idea how he got there. Great, someone was messing with his mind again. And then she said it. Someone taking chunks of his brain. He growled at that, never one to like people messing with his brain. Too many past memory problems.

"That's what I'm worried about. You at least have some idea how you ended up here. I don't, and I don't like it." The cabinet was locked, and he got a weird feeling of being watched when he pulled at it. With his comment of not liking it, he let a fist lightly slam into the front, denting it but only barely. Which wasn't like him. "This place smells wrong. Hell, you smell wrong. Somethings messing with us."