(accepted)
Adams sat in the large kitchen. There were many cabinets, dishwashers and fridges covering the walls. The floor was covered in tiny blue tiles that really needed a more thorough cleaning The kitchen was mainly to feed the subjects in the labs but people often left out treats on the tables to give away. Adams was eating nothing however. He had done his rounds and was allowed a short brake, not that he wanted a brake. Adams did not like doing nothing. But what he disliked the most about his brake today was the place was silent. He couldn't stand not hearing anything, even if it was an annoying sound. His gun moved up and down on his leg as he taped his foot. tap, tap, bong, tap tap.