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There was an almost imperceptible twitch of his muscles as Mantrid grabbed him by the chin. The man nearly reacted instinctively through his training, to dislocate the offending hand and snap the arm in three places, but he didn't. His eye twitched, but remained open. He glanced to his service record, frowned that it was deemed irrelevant, and set his things down where he stood. There was no time for games, it seemed, and the Dr. was so engrossed in things that he likely wouldn't answer too many questions.

Sort of like boot camp.

Sighing, he smoothed his uniform and complied, hopping up onto the table, kicking off his shoes, and then laying down as instructed. 'The doctor works fast... hopefully not too fast - I'd hate to lose an eye or something.' he thought to himself.