"Oh, no, dear boy." The doctor chuckled softly and began wiping down a spot on the inside of his elbow, then paused and stared into the distance with a thoughtful frown. "Well. Not as such, but... in a manner of speaking, perhaps." She thought a moment longer, lips pursed as though she rather liked the idea, then finally shrugged and drew back again, discarding the used wipe on the tray she'd brought with her. It was an interesting thought, and one she filed away mentally to use on her report later.

She rattled equipment around on the tray for a moment longer before turning back to her subject, taking hold of his arm and a tourniquet around his bicep with the absent efficiency of long practice. "You should be used to change, though, shouldn't you? It's natural for your kind, shifting here and there into whatever you'd like." She prodded at the vein in his arm for a moment, then picked up the needle and carefully slid it into the vein. "You're like... natural actors. It only requires seconds for a costume change."