[ Probably much to everyone's chagrin, Lloyd's personality and everything intact was true to himself.

Alive. He'll take it. With the lack of medical shit in this place, he's lucky he's not gangrenous or anything like that. Lloyd waves off his suggestion and moves to lean one arm against one of the posts at the end of the bed, the other hand in a fist resting at his hip. ]

You're already here. Least you could do for Jules and Nadine is make sure you don't die or ruin their work. Besides, if you leave so soon, it'll be my ass in trouble. I'm not exactly looking to get chewed the fuck out for giving you the boot earlier than you're ready.