The man in the dining room ate slowly, his lack of visible expression making it hard to tell just how much he was enjoying his meal. A few bites in, he spoke out loud. "Touched..." His voice was dry and a bit scratchy, making a determination of age just as difficult as it was before he'd said anything. Before Dyenes could ask his meaning, he elaborated. "Not mutated. Touched... The first since many wars ago." He finished soon after that, pushing his plate away politely with a thin smile forming on his uncovered mouth. Despite his alarming garb and demeanor, there was something very soothing about what could be seen of his expression.<br/><br/>The doctor patiently followed Hagetaka out of the room as Dan tried to think of a witty retort, ultimately giving up to lounge somewhere until he was needed for something. Her beckoning motion was met with nervous steps forward, followed by a few deep breaths for the gentleman in the labcoat to collect himself as he stepped into the washroom. Her defiant excuse was met with a slight shrug. "Nonetheless, I was called here to examine you. Don't take Dan too seriously, though, we're just going to have a routine physical examination. Certainly not the dissection he seemed to have in mind." It was then that he turned around, facing his back to the very neatly arranged pile of dust Hagetaka couldn't seem to leave. "P-please disrobe so we can begin."<br/><br/>The mechanic marveled at some of the things in the garage. Cans of spraypaint were a rare find and having enough to decorate your vehicle was considered a sign of prosperity. Needless to say, Dapper Dan had a nearly full collection of colors and an outright gaudily painted warbike. He wasn't here to look at bikes, though, he was called her for a specific purpose. He turned back to Mai, answering her question. "He said he found an old combat droid with no manual and wanted me to take a closer look at it." He gave the room a cursory glance, unable to find what he was looking for. "It's in here somewhere, ain't it?"