He's only seen rare instances of people going into examination rooms. Areas that are docked in rooms and separated into different sections depending on what they choose to be their definition of happiness. He had only overlooked the general location, unsure in his ability to find himself in a situation where he might not be able to protect himself or run away from.

"..." He doesn't really care for the way he can feel her gaze on her, not like Ichinose will be able to tell that he's returning it, given the opaque nature of his mask. He keeps his head tilted at the grand sterility of this place. Paired with that? The banners. The patients. The staff. The posters. Promising paradise.

"Sounds like Doc, alright," is the only thing he says. The nickname sounds far more...soft in comparison to how he referred to the actual Maruki here. "I always found it naive, but from what I have been hearing and seeing, he's very serious about it."

Just a few more seconds of this.