[Too many people are fighting over looking at the terminals, so, for now, Ciel foregoes getting into a shoving match for one. Instead, he's on his way toward the viewing stage, and he's not particularly nice.]

Get out of my way.

[It's been at least ten minutes, and Ciel is still at the window peering into the laboratory, face expressionless though eyes distance in thought. Occasionally, his brows will scrunch together, or his jaw will harden. If you pass into range, his eye will flick across the reflection in the glass to pin you with a solid, humorless glance.]