Worst... ten-minute tour... ever. Gina hadn't intended to bore Shane out of his mind, but there wasn't really anywhere to go or anything to see that they could get to given only ten minutes of time. Thankfully, she didn't have a class this morning, thus wouldn't be torturing Shane with even drier lessons. And Gina, being Gina, tried to pass the time with some small-talk and light conversation, but Shane hadn't seemed too practiced in those arts, and most attempts at starting conversations quickly died.

Eventually, they made it to the Infirmary, which was something that Gina noted with relief. Shane circled in on the doorway first, perhaps a little too eager to end this sad excuse of a tour. Gina smiled apologetically, even if Shane wasn't looking, and sidled up behind him. Shane knocked upon the door to the Infirmary, which struck Gina as a tad odd. She never knocked. The DocProf answered the door nonetheless, and gave the familiar, kindly smile.

"Hello, Doc," Gina greeted, providing him with yet another hug in greeting, "You ready for Shane?"

"I think so," the DocProf chuckled. Gina ventured inside, now that her hug of greeting had been dealt, and she hopped onto an unoccupied bed, bouncing to a stop. The infirmary was conveniently devoid of students, thus the selection of unoccupied beds was rather great. Gina began bouncing on the bed once again, looking towards Shane and the DocProf. She assumed that, now that Shane was here, the DocProf would probably dow whatever it is that he wanted to do, thus leaving time for Gina to let her mind wander.

The two of them walked in to the health centre, which was much larger then Shane had expected; that seemed the be the case with every room he entered in this place. The DocProf pointed to a bed across the room and told Shane to have a seat as he went through a collection of tools. After a moment of looking, he produced a small mallet with a triangular head. Gina had taken up residence on one of the beds on the other side of the room, closer to the door they had come in. He felt bad that he she was feeling as though she needed to lead him around, despite the fact that they certainly seemed to lack the compatibility to really keep a conversation going.

“I’m going to be using this to check your reflexes.” He notified Shane, lifting up the small hammer to show him the tool. “A few taps and we should be able to tell if all is well.” Shane glanced over to Gina, who was happily bouncing up and down on the bed on the other side of the room. He was looking for confirmation that this process was normal, but her lack of concern left him assuming that it should be fine. He nodded to the Doctor, giving his arm a more human form and extending it to the man.

He took his hand, but before doing anything with the mallet he began squeezing along the arm in intervals of about 2-3 inches. “You can feel all of this properly?” He asked, looking directly into Shane’s eyes. This was the closest the two of them had ever been, their faces close enough to make Shane more then a little uncomfortable with the distance. He nodded in response to the old man, who returned a smile and returned his focus to Shane’s arm. He was checking for any inconsistencies with the way the bone had set, and was a little taken back by how much he could squeeze the flesh. If he put enough pressure on it, he could force it down to the bone itself, with nothing more then the feeling of a piece of fabric between his fingers and the bone. He assumed that Shane was helping him along with that; otherwise it would be a rather large detriment to his health, having skin that moved out of the way to make access to the bones underneath.

The DocProf stood up, satisfied with the status of Shane’s bone. He grabbed his mallet, asking Shane to bend his elbow so that they could do the quick test. Shane raised his arm up, looking at him with curiosity and a bit. Before he began the test, he looked back to Gina. “So, what were you two up to that caused such a terrible fall in the first place?” He smiled and turned back to Shane. “Hope you weren’t letting her fly you around.” He winked with a large smile, and then proceeded to smack Shane on the Elbow with the mallet.

Okay, so Gina wasn't really paying attention-- she trusted the DocProf, thus wasn't as wary of him as Shane was. He was doing the usual stuff, checking for reflexes. Boring stuff. Stuff that paled in comparison the funness of bouncing on a bed. Gina only half-listened as the DocProf moved about, informed Shane of what he'd be doing. Gina glanced over in their direction, but that was the only inkling of acknowledgement that she dealt them. Shane looked as though the doctor had just informed him that he was going to amputate, at least in Gina's eyes. She quirked a smile, returned to her absentminded bouncing.

It was only when the DocProf addressed her, that Gina was pulled out of her absentminded reverie.

>> "So, what were you two up to that caused such a terrible fall in the first place? Hope you weren’t letting her fly you around."

Okay, so maybe he was addressing Shane, but Gina answered anyways. She was more talkative anyways.

"Oh, heavens no," Gina said with a lighthearted roll of her eyes, "I wouldn't be able to lift him in flight, much less on the ground--" Gina didn't see the wink, as the DocProf's back was to her. She meant no offense, either. She was simply a petite girl, and Shane was six-feet-tall-ish, and he looked pretty darn heavy, "I was just, taking a walk, and he fell off the roof. And I couldn't, you know, just leave 'im there." And the rest of the story was history. She tossed a smile Shane's way, before turning her attention elsewhere once again.

The tapping on his arm wasn’t as bad as he had expected. As small as the tool was, it still resembled a weapon, and he didn’t feel foolish for thinking that this “procedure” would leave him feeling a little worse for ware. The repeating hits didn’t last for long, each one causing his arm to flinch out in a harmless reflex. It was a surprisingly interesting feeling that he felt weird admitting to liking, in a bizarre sense. He was like a small child, learning new things about his body, anxious to explore it’s limits.

To his relief, Gina took point on the question-answering component of the appointment. Before she opened her mouth, he wasn’t really sure if she was even paying attention to what else was going on in the room. But, to his pleasant surprise she was right on the ball, answering the question as honestly as she could. She gave him a smirk, which he returned, before she went back to doing… what ever it was that she was doing there. He couldn’t really tell if she was enjoying herself; everyone he seemed to meet here seemed to be able to keep a smile on his or her face all day long.

“Hmmm… Looking good.” The DocProf muttered to himself before turning around and placing his mallet on the table behind him. “So, toppling from a roof eh? What were you doing up there anyways?” He turned to look at Shane, tilting his head in curiosity. “Seems like a strange place to hang out.” Shane flashed the DocProf a confused look before standing up and stretching.

“Well, I suppose if everything checks out we might as well be on our way.” Shane said, trying to change the subject. He shuffled his way past the Doctor, heading towards the door, and Gina by proxy. DocProf was quick to turn around.

“Well, now you really have me interested, how about you Gina?” He asked, flashing his trademark smile Gina’s way. How did everyone manage to keep those smiles up?

Everything seemed to be checking out with the Doc, or so Gina presumed, for she hadn't seen him start panicking or bustle off anxiously. That gave Gina no cause for alarm, thus her mind continued to wander. But, apparently, Gina's answer wasn't sufficient enough, for the DocProf pressed onward, for Shane's side of the story.

Gina looked towards the two of them with a tilt of her head as Shane expertly yet gracelessly attempted to dodge the question. It didn't strike her as peculiar to be hanging around on rooftops, but then again, she could fly. Her brown-eyed gaze drifted between the two of them. Was there some inside jokes that the boys had that she simply didn't grasp?

>> "Well, now you really have me interested, how about you Gina?"

Gina looked at the doctor. And at Shane. Then, the DocProf again and back to Shane. What was she supposed to say?

When Gina ventured up on the roof, her reasoning was quite clear. Roofs were her launching pads, and landing areas. But, why would Shane be up there. Her brows arched a little at Shane. She did want to know, but Shane didn't seem willing to say. She could respect that.

"I hang out on the roof all the time," Gina said with a dismissive shrug. It wasn't her best excuse, but Gina wasn't exactly the most adept at beating around the bush. She was much better with being forthright. Her gaze wandered to the DocProf, and she smiled as if she hadn't the foggiest as per what was going on, but as her eyes shifted to Shane for perhaps the billionth time, a microexpression flickered across them. This was a momentary look of inquiry-- there was no accusation in her look as she glanced at Shane, merely curiosity. If he saw it, he'd know what she was thinking. She wanted to know, but wouldn't ask.

Despite Gina’s best efforts to avoid passing judgment, Shane was feeling cornered. Her gaze was merely curiosity, but all he could see was another pair of eyes staring at him as the DocProf grilled him. In all honesty, Shane didn’t really know what he had planned to do as a result of stalking the girl. He’d never trailed someone due to curiosity before; it was usually an activity he reserved for hunting. Perhaps the Doc knew this somehow. Someone getting into his head wouldn’t be the strangest thing he’d ever dealt with; especially not once he’d arrived in the city.

If that was the case, and he had gotten into Shane’s memories, there’s no telling what he may have learned. He’d been backed into a corner as far as he was concerned, and that was a position he had no interest in staying in.

“I think it’s probably best if I take my leave now.” Shane announced, turning to eye the door. He turned his gaze to Gina, trying to avoid looking at the professor’s stare, knowing it would be that same, overly pleased smile the he’d come to loathe. He flashed he an apologetic frown. He debated in his head for a moment grabbing her by the arm and pulling her out the door with him, but that very well could make his situation worse. The Doctor opened his mouth to say something, but Shane wasn’t listening to anything else he had to say. Fortunately for him, there wasn’t anything between him and the door. A few graceful strides brought him out the door, with little more then a lingering look back at Gina.

He moved fairly quickly down the hallway, not thinking about anything other then what little he knew about where he was in this building. He hadn’t noticed anything was off with him as far as anyone else would have been concerned, until a smaller child pointing to him, giggling, letting the word “naked” slide out harmlessly. He’d left his jacket on a bed in the infirmary. “$&!#” he though to himself. Now wasn’t the time to worry about that though, he could always find a new jacket if he needed to. He’d be lying to himself if he thought he wasn’t disappointed though. He was quite excited to have the holes patched up on that jacket. It was his lucky one, and it had belonged to his father.

There wasn’t much he could do today, but if an opportunity presented itself, he would take it in an instant.

Gina was going to have sided with Shane, but some anxiety seemed to have been piqued within him.

>> "I think it's probably best if I take my leave now," Shane declared with a frown cast in Gina's direction.

Gina stepped forward, ready to depart so long as he was, and she gave a glance back towards the DocProf, her gaze unreadable, and the DocProf opened his mouth to speak.

That was all the time it took for Shane to split, and he slipped out the doorway and down the hall.

"Shane," Gina groaned, darting to the bed where he'd ditched his coat and picking it up, "Damn it..."

"Gina, please," the DocProf sighed tiredly, "Let him go." Gina sighed wordlessly. He hadn't meant her any harm, she was sure of it, and now the DocProf had scared him off. Fantastic. She draped the coat over her arm, and darted out the door, and into the hall.

"Shane?" she tried again.

But there was no reply. He'd already taken off.

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