[When the door opens, it's Hawkeye that's standing there like he's made a wrong turn and ended up in the girl's locker-room at the opposite end of the gym. That is, his eyes go to the first body he can see, and he's actually honest-to-god surprised there's a body to see at all. Then there's the straps securing the fella, and the table that's entirely too familiar. And speaking of- because it's impossible to not catch sight of those too- there's some good-looking non-rusty tools just waiting for something to happen.

And speaking of waiting for something to happen-] Yeah, yeah, it does, but I'm not the one who put you here. [So let's get that out of the way. And Hawkeye's seen enough boys with those sorts of smiles to give it much of a thought- only he does because this shouldn't be happening. That is to say, this one wasn't scheduled. Which meant a whole lot of other things he didn't quite feel would be welcome to dwell on at the moment. That big drop of whatever-that-slime-was that nearly misses the son of a gun tied to the operating table told him it was high time to get a move on.] I didn't even know we had this room. I didn't even know we had you.

[But he's moving quickly and deliberately to loosen those binds. Mistake? He can't really care.] How long have you been here, fella?