"Doctors are supposed to be professional, right? That shit was way off in the other direction!" He stood and grumbled, brushing off stray strands of Red's fur from his shirt.

"Tch... like I'd let 'em feel me up beyond the blood pressure n' pulse check. The way they were lookin' at me, you bet they wanted to play a bit of grab-dick, the fuckin' creeps..." He scowled.

"Whatever. I'm outta here. Maybe track down some food. Apparently we're 'Moonblessed', so maybe we somebody can hook us up with some free lunch. Or... dinner." What time was it here? His phone was acting shitty and he was roaming. He'd rather not murder himself with a cellular bill.