Julian had no intention of performing any experiments on her. Not even if he had managed to tranquilize her. As curious as he was to what she was, he would never invade her privacy like that. Besides, he believed in the whole honey over vinegar philosophy. Despite her reassurances that her shoulder was fine (and he was certain it was because it looked all right), he still checked it carefully as soon as she had sat herself down on the examination table. He kneaded her shoulder gently, keeping the shirt carefully in place. "It seems fine," he commented. "I don't have the right braces for you here - obviously - but I can recommend someone who will." Considering his entire family had had their fair share of sports injuries, they had a go-to family doctor.
"Siblings six and seven," Julian smiled as the twins started batting each other with their paws. Walking towards his desk, he grab a pad of post-it notes and scribbled his family doctor's name and phone number on it before walking back towards the marten. "Here, give her a call and she'll make sure your shoulder heals up. And I will be calling to let her know you'll be by, so don't even think you'll get out of contacting her." A hollow threat at best. Julian didn't even know her name. "I'm Julian Davis, if you haven't already noticed." Everything in his office had his name emblazoned on it. It was kind of hard to miss. "Let me drive you back to your car." Despite being phrased like an offer, it was more of a strong suggestion. A non-negotiable suggestion.