[Which is maybe a little ironic, because he himself is much more comfortable with silence. He doesn't really know what to do with chatter. If he doesn't ask further -- and he doesn't -- it's not because he doesn't like her. Felix is just a very private person, and it doesn't really occur to him to quiz her now.
He does, however, shoot her a curious look at that last admission, and he shifts the tube he's holding to the other hand so he can jot down a quick note. He finishes up the sample a moment later, carefully easing the needle back out of her arm. Running somewhat on autopilot, he starts to reach for a cotton ball before remembering that she won't need it.]
...Right. Well, that's that, then, I think... [He glances over the tubes, the documents scattered on the workstation surface.] Just a couple of questions, if you don't mind, actually. [But somehow, he suspects she won't.] How old are you? And how long has it been since this... started?
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He does, however, shoot her a curious look at that last admission, and he shifts the tube he's holding to the other hand so he can jot down a quick note. He finishes up the sample a moment later, carefully easing the needle back out of her arm. Running somewhat on autopilot, he starts to reach for a cotton ball before remembering that she won't need it.]
...Right. Well, that's that, then, I think... [He glances over the tubes, the documents scattered on the workstation surface.] Just a couple of questions, if you don't mind, actually. [But somehow, he suspects she won't.] How old are you? And how long has it been since this... started?