[font=Agency FB]Shroud had suddenly changed, his entire style and body-composure now suddenly radiating a sense of self-confidence. It was a truly remarkable behaviour, something most individuals had never seen before. The behaviour did not send signals of impersonation or "faking", it was like he had during those twenty-minutes of half-sleep had his entire personality re-configured. The timing between his sleeping and this dramatic change of behaviour suggested something, but that was left for others to figure out at a later time.
He lifted himself up from the bed and walked up towards the two of them.
"You take care now Ambrosia." He said with a solid tone, giving off a slight smirk at the woman.
Shroud then turned to the Doctor and nodded as if to say: [color=#1E90FF]"Lead the way."
Doctor nodded and headed to the room not far away - filled with computers that were looking for patients in real time, indicating any changes and beeping from time to tome alltogether as a small mechanic orchestra.
"Well, mister Shroud, while I thought about keeping you here for longer, I have two valid reasons not to do it. First one is that you are physically normal and anything else will be our of my competence - while the strange marks on your encephalogram isn't something I can make a diagnosis basing on.
Mister Blint was wondering about you - and I'd say that you are somehow under his trusteeship. Aside from it - take this and this", - Doc handled a pack of medicaments - something with long names and even less clead descriptions, - [color=#FFCC00]"One pill of each kind in the morning, and the same before sleep. Ah, and the second reason is that for ten minutes you two produced more noise than anyone else here for the last year, which distracts me from my dissertation.
So talk to mister Blint and send him my regards. And... take care of your own health and don't worry about those people following you around. Blint said that that's miss Hart who is paranoid without a reason. So, everything is fine."
Ehhm, no, no, no problems at all, stop worrying!" - Doc said and thought that he prefers sewing on the hands and legs over talking. [color=#FFCC00]And I don't think that he'll ask you to do something special... Uh, better ask him indeed. He was around the Hell, I think."