A sigh of frustration. Chéri briefly considered if kicking a little the man crouching on him could have him change his expression, as they really could barely stand it, but they concluded it would probably change their willingness to help them too, so they didn’t. A mask of indifference, they rose their brows defiantly “The day before I came to Whitby,” as for whom, Chéri didn’t say. It was not the place “Am I going to die?” they said flatly as if it didn’t matter.

The doctor was losing his temper. Chéri smiled delicately and kept it light for the sake of sarcasm. No matter what, they were getting a big reaction from men that came here, even if they were doing their jobs.