Scarecrow turned the moment the door opened, pushing his chair aside as he stood. "Oh, De—"

However, it wasn't his roommate that entered, but someone else entirely. The tray in his hands and the smiling face on his shirt made it evident he wasn't a nurse; the alternative was almost more than the Scarecrow could bear to think of.

He remembered his manners half a second later, bringing him from his state of horrified shock as his brain worked to put together what his heart already knew. "Oh. H- how do you do?" He gave who he supposed was his new roommate a polite nod, the initial question he'd been asked already lost on him.