England gazed at the man impassively for several moments before going to seat himself on the chair opposite the desk, and folding his arms over his chest. He crossed one leg over the other and leaned back, every inch displaying how absolutely, thoroughly unimpressed he was with this entire situation. Doctors had never been his favourite people. This place was only making those sentiments that much more heartfelt.

"I'm sure that you have an awful lot of things about me written in that file of yours," he said flatly, but if you insist." He sighed, leaning back more comfortably in the chair. "My name is Arthur Kirkland," he began in a bored tone. "I'm English, quite obviously. I'm twenty-three and was born in York. I went to Oxford University and I work for the civil service doing things which aren't half as interesting as the tabloids would have you believe." And that covered his own cover story in case anyone in Parliament ever asked (they usually didn't), and there had been a few tidbits offered by his visit from... from Canada. "I have two brothers. Matthew and Alfred and it's all very messy in that regard."

And if he could get out of here right now, then perhaps he could finally call his boss. He hated not knowing what was going on.