The noise was all too loud for his preferences, leaning against the cool stone wall as he watched people interact, walking around commissary with reckless abandon for whoever their presence may disrupt. He huffs, pushing himself off the wall, exiting through the double doors and walking down the still loud hallway, it seemed whenever he wanted silence, chaos just seemed to resonate around him.

As he walks further down the hallway, and away from the general common areas. He breathes a sigh of relief as he turns the corner, his eyes closed as his body relaxes, just to feel someone collide into his chest, sending him reeling back and onto the floor. He groans as he blinks, looking over at you who fell similarly. It seems accidents have followed them around the base.

There's one thought that screams into mind. "M A S K." He jolts as he realized his mask is askew, the tentacles that rest underneath on full display to your now wide eyes, who then scrambles to their feet. Before you can run he gets up, grabbing your wrist with an iron-grip and dragging you into a nearby empty meeting room, his free hand fixing his mask before anyone else can see. He locks the door behind you upon entering the room, practically throwing you further into the room as he turns around, crossing him arms.

"You saw." He says simply, taking a few steps towards you, watching as you stumble back, walking yourself into the wall. You open your mouth, whether its to respond, yell, or scream for help, he didn't really care. His hand slams against the wall just beside your head, his eyes boring into yours as he lifts his mask, a red tentacle wasting no time to bury itself in your mouth, and down your throat, rendering you unable to bite, or speak. He looks down at you with a ferocious intensity, the tentacle squirming slightly inside of your throat, another tentacle wrapping around your throat, coating your skin with a sticky wet substance. "Do not speak, Spatz, the last thing I need is you running your mouth as you always do."