A Musebox for Flying Squids

Now that he's found a place to sit, Dr. Octavius settles in with a yawn, arms folded across his broad chest. He chats very little, and actually looks ready to doze off by the time the all-clear sounds. There's a palpable relief in the murmurs of people trapped waiting for that noise, and they begin to filter out in a hurry.

Dr. Octavius takes a little longer to get to his feet, knees stiff. "Is it so exciting, poking around a carcass? I'm afraid I've never been clear on what the appeal is..."