Running a hand over his hair, Micah nodded and looked back at Leto, his eyes following her nod, when she spoke again. "Aye aye," he said with a small smirk, mostly for his own benefit, now, and he headed in that direction. Closing himself in one of the bathrooms, he pulled his shirt over his head after hanging the scrubs on a hook in the wall to keep them from touching the floor.
As he readied himself to change, he could hear Leto and the other person talking and it occurred to him that, holy shit, that was the guy. That was the fuckin' guy Micah was about to potentially help cut open and Micah had no fucking clue what he was doing. At all.
That made it real and it was all he could do not to throw up, just once to get it out of his system, before he changed into the scrubs. Deep breath. If she can do it, you can, he told himself as he physically "shook it off" in a shuddering motion and a quick, violent shake of his head. "Game on," he told himself softly and changed into the scrubs, before making his way back out again, leaving his own clothes, now, on the hook and heading to the sinks to scrub in. Here goes nothing...