"Now there's an idea." Poking around, that is. There's been an itch at the back of his mind since the fog of the initial panic faded. Now free of the sharks and the tentacles, what is Lee supposed to do with himself in this place? He's been guaranteed that there is no exit so naturally he must decide how he'll get himself off his feet. He's at least free of his cell. He should put that to use.

So why not do what he has always done?

"Maybe that is what I will do here. Research." The corners of Lee's mouth quirk upward, slightly reassured by the idea. Research, the familiar task of thorough observation, rigorous questioning, and copious note taking would be a comfort. "Research what we all are, where we all are from, and everything in between."