Singing might have been eluding him, but Brook was at least able to hum along with the soft background music echoing around the room. He could still do that much.

If Chopper had still been there, the little boy would have known what to do about all this. So many patients were ill now. Just the kind of thing for a Doctor that wasn't enslaving them. Then again, Brook hadn't seen Chopper sick before, and with Landel's horrible sense of irony, he'd probably have been as sick as the rest of them. Wouldn't have stopped him though. Still, Brook was thankful that none of his crew were there. They didn't need to be there.

Through his distant thoughts, Brook let his eyes wander over the room, hoping to find the source of the music, but instead found that he had been seated next to someone. Whether he felt bad or not, it would have been rude not to introduce himself to his seat-mate. "Good morning, sir," he provided with the best smile he could get.