Slowly, very slowly the extranged Dous, dressed in a cotton like full body armor with a mix of leather and metal pads, turned his head to regard the good doctor. He had yet to remove his gasmask, nor the fadora and rag under it. The various lengths of hide and rag cloaks and cloths hanging from his shoulders ruffling and moving as he set away the pistol and rifle, head nodded ever so slightly. The dark red lenses giving him a near demonic look, he did not trust, nor like doctors...<br/><br/>"Is he, the one, who will... Examine me?" His gruff voice particularly harsh... Then, he panned his eyes to Fanya again, "I'm in... For now..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>