Windswept from the flight over and disoriented from the haste with which he was summoned, Charles nevertheless keeps his voice professional as he steps into the room. There's a time for academic curiosity, but this certainly isn't it, the tableau in the clinic grim, to say the least -- not that he had expected much else, even with what little information he was provided ahead of time. Right away, his gaze falls on the prone form of James Barnes. A note of concern sounds in the back of his throat; the man's seen better days. Then again, the same could very well be said for the Captain, desperation rolling off of him in waves.
For a moment Charles is not entirely sure which of the injured is meant to be his patient.
"Mr. Stark informed me that Barnes had been... programmed?" he says, casting a glance to the man in question as though to confirm the information. "Do we have any idea what set him off?"
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Date: 2012-05-23 03:56 am (UTC)Windswept from the flight over and disoriented from the haste with which he was summoned, Charles nevertheless keeps his voice professional as he steps into the room. There's a time for academic curiosity, but this certainly isn't it, the tableau in the clinic grim, to say the least -- not that he had expected much else, even with what little information he was provided ahead of time. Right away, his gaze falls on the prone form of James Barnes. A note of concern sounds in the back of his throat; the man's seen better days. Then again, the same could very well be said for the Captain, desperation rolling off of him in waves.
For a moment Charles is not entirely sure which of the injured is meant to be his patient.
"Mr. Stark informed me that Barnes had been... programmed?" he says, casting a glance to the man in question as though to confirm the information. "Do we have any idea what set him off?"