He takes his cane gratefully, shifts his weight off his bad leg easily. "Thank you."

Is he Spanish? For some reason that's a surprise, but then, he's met so many people from worlds so very unlike his own. He had almost got into the habit of assuming no one would be from somewhere closer. "I can't hide in here at a time like this," Watson mutters, and limps across the room to start collecting medical supplies from the cabinets. "The name's Watson," he says, without looking up. "This is my clinic, I promise I'm not simply robbing the place."