Florence slowly nodded, trying not to make his head worse. He didn't look as tense as he had been a moment before and didn't have to squint. With the lights off, Schwarzlicht's face was visible, the lighting's glare on his visor gone. Being able to see their face made him more open to the idea of talking to them.

He didn't move as the doctor moved closer to him, weary eyes watching every aspect of the man. The noise the suit made was so foreign to the scurrying footsteps of nurses he was used to, and he knew it would take awhile to get used to it. Security measures, huh? He had seen his fair share of weird security measures before, but this was new. What was going on in this hospital that required full protection? He decided to not question it further, simply agreeing with the doctor. As long as it kept people safe there really wasn't a reason to argue about it.

Florence noticed that he wasn't nearly as anxious about the man as he usually was when meeting new people, especially when they got this close. While it was a strange feeling, it was a light feeling, a nice feeling; it almost came close to making up for his migraine. 

It took a moment for Florence to catch up and understand that the man wanted him to get up and took the help. The rubber of the hazmat suit was a texture that almost disgusted him.

He couldn't go far because of the IV drip in his arm, and he wasn't about to rip it out. He knew that was a bad idea from past experiences. He took his attention off of it and back to Jace, "Yes." He had never had a nickname before, but he didn't mind Flo.

Florence hesitated for a moment, slouching figure shifting uncomfortably. "...Did I...?" He hesitated again, although he was surprised with himself for managing to get that much out. Making the representation of a gun with his free hand motioning to his head.