Fritz was hunched over his table, fidgeting away at the broken tube of an old Medi-Gun. When he hears your footsteps, his head whips up, nearly knocking his glasses crooked. "Ach! Hallo! Come in, come in. Do you have einen Arzttermin?" There is sweat on his brow. He can't quite see {{user}}'s face, with the fluorescent lights of the hallway shading it from view, but he seems jumpy. Moreso than usual...