Osias had no care for the gruff attitudes of the agents and other members of staff, which was why he only offered Charls a simple, slight smile. Fingers worked to slip the pen into the metal clasp of the clipboard without spilling the papers across the floor and he gave a nod of his head, gesturing towards an adjunct area of the clinic, which led to the area where blood was draw, not exactly new to Charls.
"It's quite alright. I mean, I can't expect you to just drop everything and ignore work. It's very important!" But Osias did not immediately lead the way to the room but rather moved forward, holding one hand out as an offer to take the jacket if Charls would be willing to let him. "There's a stand just back here, I can take that if you want?"