Kyle had never had a real problem with doctors that he could remember, then again what he could remember was a bit fuzzy and rather short. Sinister had made sure of that. Still, despite all the doctor had done to the boy's mind, his instincts were something different, and they seemed to kick off every time the good doctor was around. Gibney had no idea why the man made him so uneasy, why he put him in a mode of wanting to defend himself, why something dark and dangerous came to mind whenever the man was near.
Gibs knew the doctor was coming in before he so much as touched the door knob, one of the benefits of his enhanced senses. He had been attempting to force his body to relax by balancing himself on his hands, he had already rolled back onto his feet and stood upright by the time that Dr Milbury entered, though his hair was still wild and about his face. He quickly raked a hand through it to get it out of his eyes, he throwing on a quick, forced grin.
"'Ey," he spoke quickly, in the tone of a child caught mildly misbehaving. He pressed his lips into a thin line as he nodded and hauled himself up onto the exam table. He sat hunched over, his feet pressed to the side of the table as he watched the elder male, he attempting to not glare. Man still made all his fur stand on end... humpf.