Look, if you were a neurosurgeon and a lawyer I'd really start to wonder when you found time to do anything fun, ever.

[ Nate informs him matter-of-factly, deftly cleaning the stapled stomach wound as though it were just another day in paradise. He isn't trained and that's evident, but he's done it before more times than he cares to think about. ]

You want me to take these out and stitch something better, or just fill in the gaps?