Gibney rarely changed, and when he did it was a long time in coming. The results of his healing factor, his cells lived longer so they were replaced less often, so his body changed more slowly than most. He looked a bit more lean than before, but that was to be expected. He was no longer a tangled mess of rage and instinct, his muscles were not constantly flexed and on edge, so he had lost a small bit of his bulk, and the scale confirmed this. He still had that slouch, though he was standing much more straight than when he was first handed into Milbury's care.
He nodded as he trudged himself back to the table and hauled himself onto it, big feet dangling. "D' ya really think 'is is necessary? I mean... ya know I 'eal fast... Whut 'appened to th' one who croaked, 'nyway?" He tilted his head to one side, he had seen the doctor come in with the file so he had to know. Curiosity burned bright in those blue eyes as he leaned slightly forward, head canting to one side.