He glances around the room at the mention of medical exams. That is what that text had said, wasn't it? It's a good cover, he supposes, especially after Seven's rampage.

"Okay," he finally says, accepting the strange circumstances and moving to the wall. He pushes himself up onto what's left of a counter, sitting on it and swinging his legs lightly.

"You're getting very good with that power," he notes curiously after a beat.