Elian hadn't made any sudden movements nor made any attempt to run. What he witnessed should have scared him enough to make that movement but instead he acted like he was studying it. If this was how this person survived, interruption was not wise.

The smell of blood clung to the air and wafted to his nostrils. It was a scent he was familiar with from deaths he witnessed. The flickering light only added to the stimulus that could have sparked the fight or flight trigger in most people. The clone certainly wasn't like most people. He watched carefully.