Fortunately, confusion was realistic, and in this case, authentic. He looked to the nurse first.
"Some tea would be be nice," he said, slowly. "Thank you."
It bought him a little more time, while he thought furiously, considering.
He'd read Rakitin's reaction as honest, which had relieved him in the few seconds before the nurse had burst in. Now he wasn't so sure. Had the pathologist purposefully been trying to give him an embolism?
David thought that his knowledge would be more valuable than his dead body, but perhaps they didn't want to take any chances.
He wondered what he'd stepped into, though he still had no memory of anything after he'd started his first close recon of Groznyj Grad itself. He'd been moving through the woods, then...
Nothing. Not that he thought he wanted to know. Some things were better left in the dark, even though that idea was the antithesis of his profession.
Given his position, though, and relative vulnerability, he didn't think he had much choice in this situation. Either throw in his lot with this Rakitin, or risk seeming too distrustful, too aware of the various factors at play. An amnesiac didn't have much choice about who he trusted.
Cautiously, he held out his left arm.
"So," he said, conversationally, but letting a note of caution spike his tone, "You work with dead bodies?"
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Date: 2007-10-26 11:07 pm (UTC)Fortunately, confusion was realistic, and in this case, authentic. He looked to the nurse first.
"Some tea would be be nice," he said, slowly. "Thank you."
It bought him a little more time, while he thought furiously, considering.
He'd read Rakitin's reaction as honest, which had relieved him in the few seconds before the nurse had burst in. Now he wasn't so sure. Had the pathologist purposefully been trying to give him an embolism?
David thought that his knowledge would be more valuable than his dead body, but perhaps they didn't want to take any chances.
He wondered what he'd stepped into, though he still had no memory of anything after he'd started his first close recon of Groznyj Grad itself. He'd been moving through the woods, then...
Nothing. Not that he thought he wanted to know. Some things were better left in the dark, even though that idea was the antithesis of his profession.
Given his position, though, and relative vulnerability, he didn't think he had much choice in this situation. Either throw in his lot with this Rakitin, or risk seeming too distrustful, too aware of the various factors at play. An amnesiac didn't have much choice about who he trusted.
Cautiously, he held out his left arm.
"So," he said, conversationally, but letting a note of caution spike his tone, "You work with dead bodies?"