"You're onto me, Rosa," the Captain winked at her again, a smile appearing, a glint of teeth beyond the lies he could have told to deny her claims. But why bother? "I think she's serious business," he added to her twin, the other lone member of their party 'lagging' behind. Or simply not moving fast enough for Rosalind's quickness. It was amusing, how into all of this she was. But perhaps it wouldn't be for naught, and they'd find something to help uncover the mysteries.
He didn't go inside, remaining in the courtyard as she indicated, but waited near the entrance of the hospital. The door was idly tapped with rough fingers, calloused from weapons worn at belts and from sea battles. This was going to be quite interesting, when they did venture in. If they did.
"How's it looking out here?" All he could tell was...glowing. Which wasn't exactly a scientific term.