When the door opened, Dylan looked up. The expression in his eyes was a little dull, but he was paying attention to the man who showed up. For a brief moment he had thought it might be the doctor, but no. Just another person working at the clinic. He nodded when he heard his name, and listened as the man spoke to him. His shoulder slumped a little more when he heard that he would have to wait another ten minutes. He looked down to his hands for a moment, down at his dirty nails, then looked back up. "Dr. Hirschstein?" He repeated. "Oh. Alright." He frowned for a moment and then the right side of his mouth twitched a little into some semblance of a smile. "I guess I can't smoke in here, huh?" He joked dryly. "Whatever. I can wait. Other people probably need the doc more than me, I've been off the stuff for months."