Sam waited politely and quietly with his hands clasped in each other and his eyes on the floor until Isla entered. She seemed busy (Sam noted the towel, wondered what she had been doing to make her hands dirty) and he felt a little guilty for the intrusion on her workplace, but he was already here.
He did notice something seemed different about her, but he wasn't sure if it was just the light or her outfit.
"Oh, no, it's..it's alright. I haven't been there much anyway." Between the incident with Remi and the time he'd needed to recover, there hadn't been many days where he had felt compelled to go outside. It wasn't like he needed food or light - being Ascended made it very easy to waste entire days indulging the worst of his demons and simply staring at the wall.
"I...hm." He sighed and tried to work out how to phrase what he wanted to say. "I...have been looking to see if there is a cure. For my...condition. You remember, being...Ascended? Well. I thought...yo-you're a doctor. You might be able to help."
