When Rorschach again becomes aware of his surroundings, or at least more actively aware, the last thing he expects to see is an improbably large rodent contentedly sitting not far from him. It's improbable, if not outright impossible, and he again finds himself considering drugs pumped into his system without his knowledge. Unclean chemicals, twisting his perception into something he can no longer trust. Because rodents should not be that large, they cannot be merely sitting there as if it is how things should be.

Unless.

He recalls someone (though he cannot remember who) mentioning hamsters in connection to their captors. It sounds unlikely, and yet. He regains his feet, folding the papers once, twice, three times to ensure they will fit then sliding both them and the pencil, now worn down to a barely usable nub, into a pocket and moves closer. The hamster seems enormous with the closer proximity, made larger and more physically intimidating through his own lack of protective layers which makes him seem small and fragile in comparison, but instead of cowing him it only fuels his irritation because this thing is the very cause of his current discomfort. It doesn't matter that the hamster doesn't notice him right away, in this instance Rorschach doesn't mind making himself known.

"Was told captors didn't mingle with test subjects."