47 knew the type. He typically avoided them. Everything here was so different though and before now he had found the girl before him competent and reasonable. Did she really believe that she would never reach her limit.

"That's how good people end up dead," came 47's reply as he watched her grab her plate again. He wasn't entirely sure why he said it--rather, why he phrased it that way--but it sounded right. Like something a normal person would say rather than an emotionless assassin.

Did the serum do more to him than give back his memories, or was it this place that caused the little slips.