Work at the clinic had somehow not changed a bit and changed a good deal. The only real difference was that they didn't see almost exclusively refugees -- Displaced, now, Carson kept having to remind himself -- there were a good few townies in the mix.
He'd taken a stray thirty seconds to down some coffee and then he was back into things, poking his head in before making his way into the exam room. "Justin? Sorry for the wait, I'm Dr. Beckett."
Even as he introduced himself, he was studying Justin, because something didn't seem quite right -- most likely related to the reason the young man was there, true, but even so.