Well, this 'Cassia' certainly seemed friendly enough. The other people in the room continued their conversation, paying little interest to the Scarecrow. His body was still shaking oddly- maybe he should have taken that coat the nurse on the bus offered him, after all. He crossed his arms around his torso, not sure how to make the movement stop.

He gave the girl a polite smile as his eyes wandered to the book she'd pushed toward him. He wasn't really sure what the majority of these 'services' were- that feeling of complete ignorance was really getting to him. He considered asking what 'acupuncture' involved, or maybe if the crystals in the window were for some sort of magic, but he instead went with the first thing that came to mind:

"What is that smell?"