Well, if she could sit down then he could, too. Scar pulled out his own desk chair, slumping into it. The movement was clumsier than it ought to have been. It felt better to sit, anyway, both for his aching wounds and his stomach.

"There were people who made it to the X-Ray room last night. The place with the clue..." He was still furious that he had been unable to get there. That people who were probably smaller and weaker than he had been able to pass that bastard and his tricks... "There's something in our stomachs. A... parasite of sorts. That needs to be cut out." He paused, nearly giving a small shudder at the thought. Scar finally looked up to Lust.

"And you're the only person I know who could help." He went back to staring at the floor mid-sentence, teeth clinched and eyes narrowed.