Linden, Viola, and Court | Clinic Foyer
Linden listened, moving to his other arm to hoist that cuff up. When he got around to his point, the surgeon had just finished neatly setting his rolled sleeve and he looked up with an observation. "Helpful, aren't you? Even when you're meant to be resting up." Another glancing smile, too short to attach any emotion to it.
"As it stands, we could use the help. I prefer to have those who have the same understanding of protocol in a surgery. Less space for accidents. Happy to have your help, Major. Now,"
He turned towards the only doorway that didn't lead back outside, "where is our Doctor Rosier?"