[And he sees it, of course-- the tightening of the other man's body, the jump and twitch of strained muscle under skin. His keen doctor's eye picks it out almost as a sixth sense, regardless of the way the other man keeps up his bravely stoic facade. He takes a step forward on impulse, even as the stranger backs slightly away. Lifts one leather-clad hand as though he means to reach for him, even if - in the end - he lets it hover in the air instead. Uncertain.]

Oh! My apologies, I didn't ah, did I get in your way? Didn't see you there but um-- yes. I'm new, and a little lost.

[The quick flash of his smile hides the mild surprise at the sheer volume of choice available to him-- pick any of the empty apartments? A radical shift in practice when compared with the place he has just come from.

But, but. He never has been one to hold his tongue when faced with the evidence of someone else's pain--]

I say though, are you quite all right? The bandages, and all that...I'm a doctor, you know. Healer too, actually. Is there anything I can do to help?