[ Having largely worked with Dr. Banner in the garden, Hermann has not yet visited the clinic more than once, when taking stock of the city. Likely in the last thirty-five days he ought to have, especially upon learning of those with superhuman or 'magic' healing abilities.
Not that they'd been able in Haven, but the inquiry is worthwhile, much as it twists in his gut, hesitation dragging in his steps. He prefers to keep it to himself, his to mind and handle, whether his hands have gone numb, or it's the exhaustion, or -- no relapse here, not yet, but it's not the sort of thing one should wait for.
It's a clinic -- one doesn't knock on the door, first. He swings it open, peering inside, appraising. Empty but for the slight woman who, after a moment's observation, divides her attention between tapping at the window and papers. He can just see a number, which of course, really stirs his interest.
So much so he forgets to actually step further inside or say anything, simply watching. ]
07.15 (bangs the first two options together)
Not that they'd been able in Haven, but the inquiry is worthwhile, much as it twists in his gut, hesitation dragging in his steps. He prefers to keep it to himself, his to mind and handle, whether his hands have gone numb, or it's the exhaustion, or -- no relapse here, not yet, but it's not the sort of thing one should wait for.
It's a clinic -- one doesn't knock on the door, first. He swings it open, peering inside, appraising. Empty but for the slight woman who, after a moment's observation, divides her attention between tapping at the window and papers. He can just see a number, which of course, really stirs his interest.
So much so he forgets to actually step further inside or say anything, simply watching. ]