"Sure thing," Scott answered, maneuvering himself over to sit on the bed after the other man entered the room. Wow, that sure was some Squeenix-inspired outfit he had on. Scott almost felt underdressed in his shirt, jeans and jacket combo. More importantly, it looked like he had brought some supplies for the clinic. That was great, Scott thought. That might mean he had a better chance of getting patched up quicker, depending on what kind of supplies they were.

After the man left, Scott looked back to Raine in awkward silence. "So, er . . . how's the whole clinc-ing thing going? I hadn't heard much about it until today," he asked when she was ready to talk again.