Joe was as pleasant and as peaceful as a sleeping puppy during his treatment.<br/><br/>However, his face hardened as he saw the new guest.   One benefit of working in combat sports: when someone was going to do something that didn't fit with the program, you were usually the first to know.<br/><br/>The visitor didn't fit.  He wasn't hurt.  He didn't have the confidence or desperation of a ganger who needed someone stitched up.  If he was a corporate suit, why was he down here instead of sending some gopher or looking for an above board clinic?  If he wasn't either of those things, he was a pretty big anomaly.<br/><br/>Joe barely knew what the word anomaly meant, but he knew one when he saw it.<br/><br/>As one of the staffers bilked him out of five hundred of his finest pieces of currency, he nodded toward Varya's office and patted his sword.  If anything went wrong in there, he was going to tear in and give that man a new hole to breathe through.  He gave a wink and a smile, as if to say, 'if he lays a hand on her, I'll cut it off.'<br/><br/>He knew that this place could handle itself, but...he didn't wear a Musashi Monokatana<sup>(tm)</sup>around for show.