[ The corner of Karl's mouth twitches, but in a way that's nothing more than politely uncomfortable. He's a good doctor and he's a good liar and by now the script of his life is near to perfect, not a single beat missed.

(—you think you know better, you stupid fucking cunt, who's the doctor and who's the bitch with the head full of glass—) ]

Listen, lady— you might think you're fine, but I've got a job to do. [ He gives her a look as he drops the the flashlight to this side and squares her eye to eye. His smile crook a little like he's asking cut a guy some slack. Friendly, friendly. (Not a single beat missed.) ] The sooner you let me do it, the sooner I'll be outta your hair. I promise, okay?

[ He's a good doctor, he's a good doctor. Really, he is. ]