cakeSteadfast in his gaze and stance, at ease with the situation, Bane allowed himself to focus fully on the woman, the curiosity typical in his mannerisms. She was injured, that much was obvious. He could almost smell the blood, but he could in any given situation when he focused, whether it was there or not. But Bane was an observant man with eyes that saw much more than the physical, and this made it easy to tell that her physical injuries were the least of her worries.
cakeShe was polite, even in her mildly distressed state, and he smiled at her words, an expression that twisted his lips but didn’t quite reach his eyes; they were scrutinizing as always. He respected those who had manners, because they had respect as well. "Do you mind if I ask what’s bothering you?" The question was light, and the doctor found himself thinking of his working days, when queries such as the one he had just given her had been the basis of many long conversations. He was a curious creature, and it was, as always, genuine.
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