Lexaeus looked up at the door as Zidane approached, looking unsurprised as he came in. The effects of the experiment seemed stronger now that when he had last seen him, the darkness far more noticeable. Notes were written down on the edge of the paper on his clipboard as he made a visual assessment of Zidane's condition. It wasn't everyday that he would get the chance to see the results so clearly, especially after the week(s) since the experiment had been performed.

"It took you a while," the Nobody commented idly, tucking the pencil into the pocket of the white labcoat he was wearing. One couldn't be a convincing doctor if one didn't look the part, after all. "I trust you didn't disrupt anyone on your way up here?"

Of course, if Zidane had, he probably would have heard about it by now.