Kyle nodded as she spoke, frowning a little still. This had Storm upset, and Gibs did not like that at all. The boss lady was cool, calm and collected as anything, he really hated seeing her upset. He pressed his lips into a line as the doctor entered, that odd, uneasy feeling climbing his spine, causing him to slowly flex all twenty claws.
"...I think we know eachuther..." He spoke after Storm's introduction, having sat oddly still and silently for himself during their little exchange. He still felt the fur on his back standing on end, why dis this man make him think of very, very bad things? He could not quite place the doctor's scent, but he was entirely sure he knew it. Where? When? Why? That odd, blank and fuzzy around the edges, trying to remember something that was no longer there feeling was gnawing at his brain and making him somewhat cranky.
He pushed a hand through his hair as cat slitted eyes turned again to Storm. "So uh, I gotta get checked over?" He asked, brows lifting. "'M fine, yanno... I 'eal fast..."