Shark listens to the tale, leaning one elbow on his desk. As it goes on, his eyebrows continually lower as his eyes simultaneously widen.

Once it's concluded, he's quiet a moment, just staring with that same expression of disturbed surprise. Then Shark sits back in his leather swivel chair as his arms move to have both hands resting on the surface of his desk. A deep breath through his nose while his fingers drum a few times. Then raising his hands to clap them together between each word.

"What. The. Fuck."