A doctor. Here for this exact reason. Will rubbed his forehead with his free hand and tried to make sense of the world, especially the darkness he remembered - the darkness and the man he'd chased ... someone he'd been dead-set on beheading. He ran his hand down his face and tried to wipe the exhaustion out of his eyes.
"Extraordinary. Sure." Did this guy even remember that he was naked? The way he talked rubbed Will the wrong way and made him even more irritated than he already was. "You can take your experiment or whatever and put it where the sun doesn't shine, doctor. And find some clothes while you're at it." He fixed Archer with a glare and glanced back at the landing, trying to see the room numbers in the slowly-growing light. Sixth floor ... at least he wasn't on the roof or something ridiculous. "Why don't you put that degree to use and go help somebody who's hurt?"
Will shifted and angled himself so he could move around Archer, down the stairs and back to his room. Jesus ... had he actually kicked a door down?