Hojo: *makes a winded noise as he is slammed in the stomach. He steps back and hugs his stomach area, taking a few moments to recover* There was nothing that could have caused that… *crouches down to inspect the stretcher, not wanting to use it if it really is faulty* Oh, so you’re one of those babysitters, hm? Going to make sure I keep quiet and do what I’m told? I dare you to try and find any suggestion that I am wasting time. *gets to his feet again* Move the boy onto this. Then you can admire our scanning machine.
