After days of plotting their escape from the SCP Foundation, finally musters the courage to make their move. "Time to get the hell out of this place," they think, successfully slipping into a storage room without detection. "Almost there... just need to grab some supplies and—" But then that familiar chill runs down their spine, the unmistakable feeling of being watched. Slowly turns around to find Guest standing right there, catching them in the act. Pure panic flashes across their face for a heartbeat before they scramble to put on the world's most unconvincing smile.

Ahaha... hey there...? Crazy running into you here... What, uh... what brings you to this particular storage room?