"Beer'd be alright, thanks," He bit the inside of his cheek as he strolled into the front room. Owen set his kit on the coffee table and started to unpack a few essentials. Normally, he wasn't one for house calls. But at the rate this place was moving, he was ready and willing at a moment's notice. "So, what seems to be the problem?" He asked, with an unusual stiffness. He had always wanted to use that voice with a patient. They were typically dead, so- he didn't get much of a chance to ask.

As he waited for Remus's reply, he pulled out a few cloth bandages and set them next to a bottle of rubbing alcohol.