"Were you a doctor, too?" Major asks with a playful smirk. He reaches up to touch his head, as though he'll magically discover some kind of previously undiscovered injury. There's nothing of the sort that he can find. The only noticeable thing - which he hasn't noticed himself yet due to his inability to grow lobster eye stalks - is that he's got a Vanilla Ice thing going on, with a very predominant streak of white hair above his forehead. Very Rogue a la X-Men, but with shorter hair.

"Hmm, no, I think I'm fine there. I just got through the fountain maybe, uh .." He glances up at the sky, trying to rely on the techniques buried somewhere in his brain from his last stint in the village. "Four or five hours ago? I'm not really sure. I tried to learn how to tell time via the sun, but I was honestly never very good at it."