He freezes completely in place, staring with a stunned expression as the Doctor lifts her scalpel. Then his body tenses, leaning to the side. It seems like another second of this and Roland would have fallen out of his chair and onto the floor.
But at the last moment, it stops. Locksmith exhales, looking at Thorn with a mixture of relief and condemnation.
"Not freaking funny, Doc..."
At least not for him. But he doesn't seem to be going to dwell on it. Sighing again, he turns in his chair as she instructed, then, after a moment's hesitation, takes off his shirt and places it on his lap. The guy seemed to be in good physical condition; there was no excess weight or thinness, just well-developed muscles.
