Simon hadn't exactly become accustomed to the way things felt in the infirmary, but he had a knack for fitting in, or ignoring. Yes, he commented on this and that, especially the lack of his own contemporary equipment, even current up-to-date equipment. It was a little bothersome, but he supposed things could be jerryrigged to create some escape...well, it wouldn't create an escape vessel.
He was looking over some notes he'd made over the recent gender switching event. It was odd, and there was little data as to how, what, when, where, or even the more elusive why. He had just come out of his office - being a doctor sort of demanded that he had one - when he heard the "hullo."
"Hello." His brow lifted at the fellow. Simon hadn't forgotten about the kit, and had put something together that could be amended once he knew exactly who he was dealing with and what they planned on doing to get out and beyond.