Fred nodded, a look of genuine empathy on his face as he sat down.

"To not have control of one's own body..I know that feeling all too well." Fred found himself opening up a bit. "I was literally created with an unstable genetic matrix by my..progenitor. Meant to demonstrate all potential mutations of the McCoy genome. The mutations are not within my power to control." He rolled up the right sleeve of his shirt, showing human-like skin bound tight around bone, akin to a lean predator. "That was mostly human-looking two days ago. A relatively benign symptom compared to most."