Preacher's gaze follows the departing Doctor Laster with interest, one eyebrow cocked in amusement and a shit-eating grin spread all over his face. He swings his booted feet from the table to the floor, arms (real and not-so-much) stretching overhead with a satisfied groan as he feels that *pop* in his spine. He rises to his feet, glancing back down to Captain Pretorius with a helpless shrug before he turns to follow the doctor to yet another appointment - no matter he's not entirely sure the point of it. 

"See ma'am? Chicks dig guys with scars... "

eta: All around, looking like a good time so far! *grins*