"Moooooooouuuuuuuuh" Bruce stirred suddenly. He had been watching Crombie for the past several minutes, studying him with his big brown eyes. It hadn't occurred to him before but that man was certainly different than the rest of the subjects. His movements where unsure and somewhat clumsy but in a way that said nothing about his coordination or stupidity. The man couldn't see.
For the second time that day he took several hurried steps towards the elevator. The door closed seconds before he could reach in and grab the man. His heavy hands hit the elevator door and he scrabbled to try and pry it open. "Muuuuuuuuuh Aauuuuuuuugh!"
He punched the door giving it a decent sized dent after several seconds of his thick malformed hands gliding uselessly over the crack in the doors.
"HEY! Taurus! Don't fuck with those doors! Down!" His walkie shouted at him and he stepped back, his tail whipping from side to side with frustration. He didn't like the other subjects, they where going to become less and less trustworthy as the changes went on and as time as captives went on. He'd seen it before. The blind man would not be safe with them. He snorted angrily and paced outside of the elevator. He sat down on the floor outside of it and waited. It was his job to see that the subjects remained alive and safe to one another and themselves. It was after several long minutes that an idea came to him, however, and he finally stood and left the facility. He needed to find wood and a strong knife to carve it with.