"Alright," Quackshot said, cautiously kneeling back down to the body. How Niklas spoke made him nervous. Was he seeing something that I'm not?
"I don't recognize this man," Quackshot began examining the corpse aloud once the rest of the patrons had exited, save Ronnie and Niklas. "I'm pretty good at remembering my patients, so he was either healthy enough to not need me, sought help elsewhere for his wounds, got into a hospital or clinic, or I never paid him any mind if our paths did cross." Quackshot shrugged. "He could also be new to the Gutter, I don't know.
"His complexion and heartrate were standard for any dying man of about his age that I have dealt with. Aside from his fresh wounds, he seemed pretty tough in terms of health. His old scars healed nicely, though I don't know what exactly caused them, of course. His blood looks to be a good, healthy consistency and color."
Quackshot cocked his head at Niklas questioningly. His mask made facial expressions pointless, so body language had to take over.
"The only things wrong I can see with this corpse are the lattices of new cuts on his arms and the trajectory of the bullet that killed him. My guess is that he was shot by someone who was either on the ground or on a lower level." He paused, his eye catching on the glint of the gun in the man's jacket. In his haste to play doctor with a dying patient, Quackshot had overlooked the weapon. He gestured to the gun and added, "I don't believe the Rats usually carry these, right?"
"I don't recognize this man," Quackshot began examining the corpse aloud once the rest of the patrons had exited, save Ronnie and Niklas. "I'm pretty good at remembering my patients, so he was either healthy enough to not need me, sought help elsewhere for his wounds, got into a hospital or clinic, or I never paid him any mind if our paths did cross." Quackshot shrugged. "He could also be new to the Gutter, I don't know.
"His complexion and heartrate were standard for any dying man of about his age that I have dealt with. Aside from his fresh wounds, he seemed pretty tough in terms of health. His old scars healed nicely, though I don't know what exactly caused them, of course. His blood looks to be a good, healthy consistency and color."
Quackshot cocked his head at Niklas questioningly. His mask made facial expressions pointless, so body language had to take over.
"The only things wrong I can see with this corpse are the lattices of new cuts on his arms and the trajectory of the bullet that killed him. My guess is that he was shot by someone who was either on the ground or on a lower level." He paused, his eye catching on the glint of the gun in the man's jacket. In his haste to play doctor with a dying patient, Quackshot had overlooked the weapon. He gestured to the gun and added, "I don't believe the Rats usually carry these, right?"