neonthewrite:

The newcomer had a certain way about him … there was more confidence in the way he held himself, his hair and face were kept much cleaner, and he didn’t have the tired bags under his eyes that his current human captor always had. His clothes were more complicated than anything the other human wore. Bowman had only ever seen a button up shirt on TV before.

The man turned his head towards the large glass enclosure and a ripple of ice snaked its way up Bowman’s spine. Even though there was no way the humans could see him where he hid, he immediately didn’t like that human.

Not that he liked any human, but this one was more unsettling than usual.

“That where it lives?” he asked, confirming Bowman’s dislike of him. It?!