Usopp scratched the back of his head, trying to remember. "Dr... Sohma. Sohma Hatori. He had a really bad headache and was dosing himself with some painkillers too, while I was in session with him. He had his hair over one eye, kinda looked like someone I knew from home, but the doctor's hair was dark instead of blond. He seemed to be genuinely worried about me, and clueless about all the stuff that goes on here."

Usopp at least had the sense, after these questions and looks, to quietly move his pill bottle and ointment to the side of his tray, where they were partially hidden from any random patient passers-by. He'd have liked to put them away, if only the stupid outfit had pockets on it. Sew pockets on the pants. Right, he needed more stuff to work on, as though he didn't have enough already.

He blinked at Roy's putting off the weapons, but didn't argue. "Well, sure, okay. What did you want to know?" Folding his notebook shut, he put it down beside his tray on the other side of the medicine. He hoped it wouldn't be any questions about his illustrious pirate career, as he'd been lying hard all day and was frankly just the tiniest bit lied out.