He looks up, tilting an eyebrow as his hand caresses out the little cauldron's dimensions, getting the feel of it. "I don't suppose you'd be willing to order the materials yourself up front, instead? The Professor's raised the point that there might be another me in this segment of the multiverse, and until I quite understand my position, I should prefer not to attract notice." Both halves of that statement are quite true. It's only the connection that's wonky. And he remembered not to call Minerva by name. This is a point to be proud of, as he'd much rather Q looked at him funny, of the two of them. "Oh," he remembers, "I should discuss the condition of your patient with you, if you don't mind; I don't need an identification, but the potions would need to be tweaked for strains of inhuman blood in the ancestry, and it would also be useful to find out whether he or she would prefer faster healing or less pain, and whether consciousness during the treatment is preferred."