The "bite" didn't cause the flinch it would in most people. In fact, it seemed to perk Daniel up a bit as the sample amount was taken from him. A good leader needed the ability to smile even when he was wounded. Dapper Dan, however, often seemed to smile more when wounded. It was something noticed only by those who had known him for a while. "Thanks, Mai. I'll want the results after my bath." He turned to walk away before quickly bringing his attention to her again. "Oh! And check for radiation, too."<br/>As much as he tried to hold it back, he couldn't suppress an unmanly chuckle at the feeling of an intangible hand going through his abdomen. He didn't keep many secrets from his men, but his severe ticklishness was a big one. Fortunately, nobody had ever worked up the courage to try and tickle him. "I'll want a more thorough check later. I'm not getting taken out by another bullshit, uhh..." He turned to Hagetaka for a second. "What was it again? A blood clot?"<br/>Whether she answered or not, she was followed upstairs to the bathroom where Dan disrobed unabashedly and folded up his clothing neatly in the corner. It was an old uniform from a pre-war nation, covered in medals nobody remembered the meaning of. Something about it still inspired people to fight and imbued the wearer with a sense of authority, though. None of the buttons remained and a few slashes or bullet holes had been sewn back together. The pants were held up with a thin chain and broken padlock. It didn't seem to have sustained any recent damage, though.