Lochlan wanted to claw his nose from his face. This room was way too small for all of them in their varying states of cleanliness and whatever else clung to them like aromatic auras. Nevertheless, he sat in a pew and slouched a bit. He wasn't interested in taking the lead here though the sense of the others here had the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck raising. He was curious what the doctor had to say so he was keeping quiet and keeping his eyes on Micah.