Micah stiffened immediately at the sound of Alex's voice and he didn't miss the side to Leto. "You fucking idiot," he murmured almost silently under his breath, grateful that the water was running loudly as he scrubbed his hands and arms with soap. Thank God for small favors; he was able to spare himself the sentiment as a small form of venting about the fact that apparently Micah was going to have to be the bigger man here, because clearly Alex couldn't be bothered.
"Don't worry about the fact that the patient can probably hear your big moronic mouth, pal," he muttered, still venting. Thank God for the sound of the running water nearly drowning out the sound of his own voice even to himself. "It's not like something like that would make the guy a little nervous, or anything. Then again it's not like dogs understand what you say, so I doubt if you're used to censoring yourself in front of patients like every other dignified medical professional..."
He shut off the water and shook his head one more time. Shake it off. Shake it off. More important things at hand here, man. So fuck Alex; get your head in the game, he thought to himself. "Nice to meet ya, Hector," he said amiably. "Sorry it couldn't be over a beer or something, man, but she'll take real good care of you." This guy would be good as new in no time. He didn't even look like he was in any pain. Maybe Leto was overreacting and had caught it earlier than she thought. It'd be a piece of cake and they'd be out in half an hour. Plenty of time for Alex to kick the shit out of him later, he supposed, with an inward roll of his eyes.