Eel nods. You notice Eel acts a lot more friendly to Celsius.
Before entering you thumb through the medical documents in the file taped up to Celsius's door.
Surgery... Surgery... Surgery...All recent. Most seem to denote to some sort of implant. You get the feeling this is personal business, you shouldn't be doing this.
You continue for a while longer anyways.
Upon guilty closing the file and entering Celsius's room you're hit with the practically sub-zero air in his dorm. Well, he's certainly living up to the name. Celsius looks mostly normal- smiling face, scruffy hair- except for the fact that a bit of the arm he waved to you with seems to be actively melting off the bone. He puts a hand up to the escaping flesh, reshaping it and shaking his arm as if to set it. You're unfazed. You don't care, you just hope it doesn't hurt.
You look around a little, taking in the settings- the normal lab-issued furniture, old desktop computer, video game posters, beanbag chair, all somewhat normal for a teen boy's room. The fluorescent lighting and tiled walls do remind you that it is in a medical facility, though.
Celsius doesn't give much as far as a facial expression goes, but his voice is extremely excited- he clearly loves talking to people.
I'd like to know about the history of this place.
I'd like to know about you.
Uh, you choose.