[ he nods and finally seems to break over his "it's all professional" mask for a brief second, looking at bela with almost sadness. almost. he pushes a hair away from her pale face and sighs throatily. ]

Grim reaper don't see no age. [ more to himself. he straightens his jacket and looks up to her ] Thanks, doc.

[ and he's about to leave when he stops by the door and turns around for a second, hand against the wall ] Hey, didja got to the Samson's kid? Carla or Cathy, forget the name.