.Tetsu could imagine, looking up at the somehow ornately austere exterior of the old hospital, that a drunk troublemaker like him might have been locked up in a place like this a few generations ago. He wanted to give a brief toast to his imaginary fallen comrades before entering the building, but stopped himself as his hands were on the cap of his metal flask. There was work to be done here, and work that might require that he be a little bit on his toes when he found a doctor to interrogate. Partly because he'd need to remember what they told him, of course, but also because he wasn't quite sure how... Normal this sort of tactic was to come across in the medical community. If his ideas were too unique, after all, there might be a decent chance that they were bad avenues to explore, in the end.
He climbed up the cold, stone stairs at the entrance to the building, the hurried voices from within becoming ever more apparent with each step. In his pocket was the old, dead rat. It might have been a mistake to bring it with him, but in the best case scenario, the thing might have served as a useful prop, and in the worse, a prop that he could just keep tucked away, probably even without it being noticed given that rigor mortis hadn't yet had a chance to set in on the creature. He was thinking, on his way from his forest home, not only whether or not someone not on the medical tract might be politely asked to leave when they showed up, but also about just what sort of line of inquiry might get the response he wanted and needed here. He would sit in the lobby and quietly watch the various mednin staff running by; he wasn't sure what, exactly, he was looking for. Someone older, maybe, or someone who simply had a very confident sort of step. He couldn't exactly ask the receptionist who their most competent doctor was, because someone like that was unlikely to have the time or the patience for an interview. On the other hand, actually, the sort of person who had climbed to the top of a place like this was probably as egoistic as he was, and maybe even moreso, and so the opportunity to give their brilliant insight to the world might actually be just the lure he needed to catch a big fish.
"I need to speak with your most brilliant doctor." The boy said simply, after confidently marching over to the receptionist's counter.
"What do you need?" The man behind the counter asked, looking up at the boy with a confused look on his face that was rapidly turning into annoyance.
"I'd like to interview them... For a research project I'm doing."
"You look a bit old to be a student." And from annoyance to suspicion. It was rapidly becoming apparent that the time the receptionist put aside to deal with the boy was dwindling to the end of it's wick, so to speak.
"That's kind of rude, don't you think?"
Tetsu could see the rusty gears churning within the man's head, shifting to a new gear that the boy was all too familiar with. 'How do I most effectively end this conversation.' "Please fill in this form and someone will see you shortly." And the man hastily handed the boy a form before rushing off into a back room in a motion that indicated that the trek was a regular and recurring part of his day. The boy walked off in a huff, annoyed that he'd been dismissed, and even moreso that that dismissal had come with something as useless as, from his blind perspective, a blank piece of paper.