He took the aspirin into his hand, though he immediately tossed back a couple with the coffee, but her next words got a smirk out of him. “Dunno, if its just a normal scramble of my brain, that’s pretty bad. I’m mean I’m not the most normal person you’ve ever met, right?” He grinned at her as he tilted his head to the side before he took another gulp of his coffee. “Most people would call me down right nuts, or a gay hair dresser, one or the other.”
“Pfft. I find the idea of what you do in the bedroom quite fascinating.” The man said as he considered her for a moment. He then held his hands together, his fingers forming a square as if he was looking through a movie screen. “I mean, with your cuteness you’re a natural for a home movie… or twelve.” Not that she’d let him see anything like that, but it was always a hope one could have, right?
Then she mentioned opening a clinic, and he dropped his hands back to the tabletop as he regarded her for another moment. He wasn’t going to mention his first thought, as it would be self defeating, and he wasn’t about to let himself get into that particular area of concern. Just because it could become a target didn’t mean it would become one. “I think it’s a good idea, though I suspect you won’t have many people at first. Especially not the locals, since given what I’ve seen of their medical equipment, folks from our time would seem barbarious. But fuck ‘em, do what you want to do.”