The usual hustle and bustle of the emergency department faded to white noise. It was not busy by NYC standards, which would ordinarily be a blessing, but as he stood there he found himself glancing towards the doors and yearning for a trauma to roll in. His skin crawled at the faint murmuring of Atlantean words and Savas clenched his jaw, his gaze returning to the woman that dared to utter such language in front of him.

"Those services are no longer being offered. I got out of that business a long time ago," he told her. There was a hint of draconic growling behind his words that matched the unfriendly glare narrowing his eyes.