Casting a look at the others and then calmly standing up, Timothy smiled and bowed his head. He had been nervous but when the captain entered, he could focus on work, and his usual self came through a bit better. "I am Timothy Whitewing, an AEscalupian doctor. I specialize in Iatrosis, restoring the physical body to its healthy state." He nod his head a bit. "I should be able to heal minor injuries without real trouble at the spot when necessary, but when I am working with more serious injuries my power requires more power than I can put into it." He cleared his throat. "Its also a safety mechanism in a way, I am not intruding with your body too much. Anyhow, the remaining energy comes from you, so you can expect to feel a little famished after a healing session." He cleared his throat a hint, pulling the black tie around his neck a bit looser. "I am also used to working with little science experiments and have had a full education in medical skills in case I would not be able to provide care with Iatrosis for one reason or another."<br/><br/>He smiled a bit, and looked around. There was a primal caretaker instinct in him, protecting and providing what he could. He was not particularily strong physically but there was a strange bit of animal magnetism in him as well, possibly a side-effect of his psychic power, but primarily the fact that though he was not that strong, he was a man who was in fine health, and firm shape.