Mykel's eyes widened a little at the woman's glowing. Interesting indeed. She was turning out to be more of a find by the minute. Mykel stood, staying at the door, keeping the heel of one foot braced against it, just in the event the dog came back. Atleast, that was the reason he was trying to get himself to portray. He watched as the girl paced, only slightly transfixed on her dimming freckles.<br/>"Oh, no don't worry about it. I was about to close up shop, but we can hide out here until you feel safe enough to head back out. Of course, with night coming, that might not be for quite a few hours." He pondered to himself about her in a pause, noticing that she was a fairly attractive young woman. Despite her mutation. Or perhaps because of it. Mykel always got a little fuzzy when he was so intrigued. Regardless, she provided an ample opportunity. He chuckled to himself before continuing, "You know, it is fairly common that when one person introduces themselves, the other does the same."<br/>He set the knife atop a small table beside the door; in a more normal setting, that table would have had magazines maybe, or perhaps a small lamp. In Mykel's clinic however, all it carried was dust, grime, and a poisoned knife.