"My first thought's the roof... or the halls somewhere." But he realized that would just avoid the others and something in him was just fine with that. Yet it also seemed like massive steps backward.

"Gives me time to put my thoughts in order too, I guess."

Or maybe track down one of the researchers and press for answers. Maybe with whatever they might have to say that had nothing to do with his dick or his sexual history, he may have the info they all needed.