[ there's enough latent hostility like a tripwire beneath his companion's obscene disregard — flaring and sonorously irritated, scabbed over with insinuation, that makoto doesn't bother challenging his companion's stance. any viable retorts fall flat, regardless — it's becoming all too apparent how little he knows, whether in brutality or appreciable indiscretion, because he's never had a need to forcibly restrain anyone, much less watch out for serial killers in the guise of eccentric physicians. eyes downcast, makoto deliberately veers off to the side to shrug off the white overcoat swathing his frame, tucking it beneath one arm with a vacuous plan to foist it onto one of the nurses roaming the vicinity.

once finished, he glances up at heine, eyes sloe-dark under the disparate lack of refulgence, condensation warping the glass windows just aside of them. thunder, overwrought in a display of elemental histrionics, shoots down and makoto flinches, just once. ]

We shouldn't jump to conclusions. For all we know, he might not even be a part of this hospital, just someone who snuck in. I have it on good authority that I'm not a doctor here, but I can't really explain away the lab coat they gave me.

[ his companion's heretical denouncement of medical institutions doesn't fall on deaf ears, though.

that said, makoto's more than placated to trail alongside him down the hall, if just to make sure that his acquaintance doesn't automatically resort to as his go-to method for dealing with issues. some people might not be so lucky dodging a body hurtling through the air at the drop of a pin. ]

Three months, more or less. I know some people have been here much longer than me.

[ he's all too implausibly honest for a reason he's unwilling to examine at length. ]

I don't think I introduced myself earlier. I'm Makoto.

[ a pause stagnates between them, and then, tentatively: ]

Anyways, the sooner we can finish the quest, the sooner we can leave ViViD. Is this the only part of the hospital you checked?