Birkin cracked open his eyes and looked at the stitched up cut on his chest. "I don't usually compliment other doctors, but that looks fantastic." His smile turned into a smirk. "You would have been ashamed if you saw how terrible Jack's stitches looked." Granted, he usually never got to sew up his test subjects. They were either dead or they were Tyrants and didn't need the stitches.
His eyes flicked up to the handcuffs. "Anytime you want to let me go would be great, Stein."
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Date: 2009-07-01 04:04 pm (UTC)His eyes flicked up to the handcuffs. "Anytime you want to let me go would be great, Stein."