Micah gave Jack a lopsided grin. He used to be bad about watches, too; always losing them. It was just that as he'd gotten older and started to actually need it, he'd gotten better of keeping track of it. "I know the feeling, man," he said with a small smile.
Hector seemed to be gone in only a matter of seconds and Micah's stomach lurched with nervousness. Here went nothing...they were really gonna do this. A nurse, a vet, a physical therapist, and some kid...were gonna open this guy up and poke around to try and fix something none of them were qualified to fix. Holy shit...
Looking back at Leto, Micah nodded. "Gotcha," he said simply, stepping up to the table and arranging the instruments in the order in which he thought - if he remembered right - she'd need them. "Ready when you are," he told her, sparing only she and Jack a glance and avoiding Alex completely for fear of managing to piss him off when things were quiet and calm and really needed to stay that way.