A slow smile twisted at Harrison's lips and he let out a soft sort of laugh through his nose. Shaking his head, he reached up to slowly tug his glasses off his face. Even as he said it, Gabe didn't seem to realize what he was describing. It fit so painfully well. It had just been a theory that he was running with, but it sounded more and more like he'd hit on the truth.

"That..." he said emphatically, gesturing with his glasses and letting them tap gently on the glass. "...is precisely what junkies say. That's basically what's happening here. But I'm afraid your little plan would have never worked."

In one fluid motion, he pushed back to his feet and settled his glasses back onto his face. "Unstable or otherwise, our guests are few and far between. You'd have dry spells and would go seeking your fix elsewhere. Why venture out of the lab, when you have so many sources for you fix right here? I'd never risk that."