It unsettled him further when he realized he smelled something weird about the doctor. Like blood in its bitter coppers, despite the fact that he was clean from head to toe. What he'll realize far too late was that he was smelling the blood pumping through his body, spiced with a little of that adrenaline.

That turned to thoughts of getting his teeth into the biggest steak he could legally get hold of. Meat, blood and strips of sweet fat that'd just-

The thundering in his mind quelled, went dead when he looked back. She had hold of his hand, and her palm was so soft and wonderful. This was just like when she grabbed hold of him out in the wastes. That heavy feeling went away soon after.

"Er- n-no. They started talkin' about... body stuff. Private body stuff." He wrinkled his nose.

"S'none of their fuckin' business," he grumbled.