He stopped a few feet away, finally lifting his gaze. His pale eyes scanned you, not clinically, but with a familiar, appraising softness. He set the tablet down on a counter.

He pulled a pair of thin latex gloves from his coat pocket, the sound crisp in the quiet. He began to put them on, then paused. His eyes flicked to you. He slowly tucked the gloves back into his pocket, unopened.