Damn. Too late to sneak out and pretend no one said anything now, and boy did this guy sound like the freaking welcoming crew or what? But, on the bright side, he already seemed more confident than the medic he was accustomed to so that was a thing, a "thing" that Tucker wasn't exactly sure if it was good or bad. Good for the patients, at least, but it probably would put him to work harder than he thought. Or, you know, hoped.

"They sent me over to help you or something?" Because he wasn't about to tell him that Ratchet got the lucky job of babysitting him; it was embarrassing enough that he knew it about himself. He looked around at the people in here, before back at the ... blood and burn salve? Fuck, did the guy land in a fire?

"But hey, if you don't have anything for me to help with, that's cool, too. I've got some other shit I should be working on, anyway." Please say you don't need me! Please!