Staying late. The building was a lot more… empty after eight. Something made a scuttling noise in the darkness. Derek resolutely turned back to his spreadsheet and met two bulbous eyes staring into his own.
There was a thump, and Steve from Accounting fell onto his desk. “You scared me,” said Steve, rolling upright.
“What are you doing?”
“Foraging.” Steve flexed his hands, displaying the gecko-like pads at the tips. “I think I’m getting the hang of these. Soon I’ll be fully adapted, and I won’t even have to show up for work anymore. Cool, huh?”