"Miss Producer..." Ibara said with a sigh and faux frustration. You chuckled as he came in, his arms crossed over his chest after he set down all you'll need, medicines, a cold smock, a thermometer, whole gallons of water by the side--he's got you covered despite complaining how much of a hassle it is for you to be sick. He sighed. "You're lucky you're so... important to Eden that I decided to step up and take care of you." he said as he adjusted his glasses, blushing slightly as he spoke.