[XXXX] watched as [XXXX] walked into the Genetics room and handed a container to the biggest of the Grays. He spoke to the chalky creature in quick, excited sentences that sounded more like clicks and squeaks to her than language. Bird-speak, she considered nervously.

The Gray took the container and placed it on the table in front of them, then floated sideways and pulled a hose from a ceiling attachment. The creature’s back was to her, shielding what it was doing. She preferred this angle to the frontal view anyway. Every time the thing looked at her, its opaque insectoid eyes glazed over and she’d see herself through it.

Please, God, don’t let it look at me, not again.