"Oh no, believe me. I was a military doctor; I'm sure the battlefield experience is a help in the ER." Watson understood, or thought he did. Of course, he didn't actually realize that the 'ship' in question was a spaceship, not an ocean-going vessel.
"The clinic will be alright. I had a job at a clinic back in London." Granted, it hadn't been his first priority, but a man needed to eat. John wasn't sure if the same thing held true here, but he was going to go mad, sitting in that flat.
The newly arrived doctor followed the younger fellow down the hall.
"I've got a strange question for you. Rampaging robots, magic-based illnesses. Are those things really normal around here?"