There sure is somebody here. Just, uh, maybe not the sorta somebody you'd expect to find here. He's been goin' through the medical equipment for...various reasons. Various reasons that may or may not be associated with kids who're a bit too bent on skinning their knees and just in general doin' a real number on their HP whenever possible. Such as gettin' buildings dropped on top of 'em. It's been known to happen.

He knows most of the people who work 'round the clinic, he's pretty sure - or he figured he did. Knows most of the people in the city, point of fact. His internal clock's all turned about, and when he hears the pipin' up of a voice he don't recognize, he's gotta double-check the date in his head here and remember if - right, yeah, it's 'round about the time that newbies come filtering in, regular as clockwork.

The skeleton pokes his skull into view with a grin, anticipating full well the screams and/or thrown objects that usually follow a maneuver like that.

"'Sup?"