It didn’t take Kenshin long to realize that someone was in his space. Years of training alerted him as soon as someone got too close, even distracted as he was. He snapped back into reality, taking in the man in front of him. He looked about Kenshin’s age, maybe a little older, with a similar height and build. His face was placid and had to read, but there was a definite air of curiosity about him, and he was staring at the rurouni with some interest. Kenshin forced a smile that looked mostly genuine, though it didn’t reach his eyes, and bowed slightly to the other man.

“Yes?” he asked. The other man was a stranger to him, which probably meant that he was a new patient. Kenshin had been here long enough that he knew practically all of the remaining veterans, at least by sight. This one was entirely unfamiliar. “May this one help you?”