Mykel's melancholy whistling was halted dead in its tracks by a piercingly loud bark, followed shortly by a peculiarly warm-colored young woman sliding inside and slamming the door shut. Wasn't she a specimen? Obviously mutated, judging by the color of her hair and patterned freckles. Another light started flickering as whatever made the noise outside was investigating the door, but Mykel was focused on his new visitor.<br/>"I don't suppose you need medical attention? You don't look very hurt." His voice was deep and warm, clearly practiced from his years schmoozing with the higher-ups in the medical field when he was still up-and-coming, rather than the only doctor for possibly hundreds of miles. "Do you have any idea what that is out there?"<br/>He quickly stepped to his desk, which had his large knife sitting on a shelf within, a thin layer of arsenic paste coating the blade. Not for the girl, of course. Unless she needed it. For the beast, if it broke in. This certainly wouldn't be the first time something or someone wanted in the clinic when they weren't welcome. The question was more a test for the girl, Mykel wanted a better read of her. She was certainly fascinating. Mykel loved mutants.