Germaine goes out. Ben looks back across the console controls to the figure on the central display screen. His stomach churns uneasily. Coining face to face with primitive creatures can be disturbing. One always wonders just how great a degree of intelligence lies behind the feral mask. With a shapeshifter especially, that question nags. Does not the ability to transform into a humanlike appearance at least imply a human degree of intelligence? Is it possible that he’s participating in the confinement and abuse of a creature that should be regarded as having a stature equivalent to metahumans? The possibility gnaws at him. It’s been plaguing him ever since this most recent project of Dr. Phalen’s began.