He's been busy, and the place smells of soap and water and when he pauses, glancing up, the hem of his scrub pants are wet and his shirt spotted. Rag in hand as he glances up. Taking a moment as he slowly pushes to his feet, tossing the cloth aside with a grin.

"Well hey there." He glances around, considering. "Actually kind of taking up as butcher, I think," he admits. "It's been a long time since I've had to do something to be a productive member of society, and I figure playing to my strengths is a good choice. How are you doing?"