A funny smile turns Reggie's lips up--very Mona Lisa like. He doesn't look up from organizing the things around on the table, and he zips the duffle bag after.
"Careful. Most doctors don't like their patients trying to get second opinions." He opens the small pouch and rolls up his sleeves. Finally, his eyes glance at Jesse. "Don't worry. S'not for you. It's for me. Well, I guess it's for you, but only if you try anything stupid." The back of his heel catches the closest chair, and he slides it toward the adjacent edge of the table while sitting down.
The palm of his hand gently slaps the top of the table, beckoning Jesse to put the metal arm up, and he clips the magnifying lens-flashlight combo to his ear. "Let's see how bad of a job your previous doctor was." The scalpel he takes out of the pouch, he twirls a little between his fingers. "I'm gonna cut the synthetic as best as I can--it's expensive. We'll peel it off, then stick it back on, and I'll patch it. You won't even be able to tell."
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"Careful. Most doctors don't like their patients trying to get second opinions." He opens the small pouch and rolls up his sleeves. Finally, his eyes glance at Jesse. "Don't worry. S'not for you. It's for me. Well, I guess it's for you, but only if you try anything stupid." The back of his heel catches the closest chair, and he slides it toward the adjacent edge of the table while sitting down.
The palm of his hand gently slaps the top of the table, beckoning Jesse to put the metal arm up, and he clips the magnifying lens-flashlight combo to his ear. "Let's see how bad of a job your previous doctor was." The scalpel he takes out of the pouch, he twirls a little between his fingers. "I'm gonna cut the synthetic as best as I can--it's expensive. We'll peel it off, then stick it back on, and I'll patch it. You won't even be able to tell."