If this guy was apparently a doctor, why was he getting the creeps from him? There was something in that knowing expression that set his guard up, but he was willing to play the game and see where this went. He certainly wasn't going to ostracize someone who could potentially give him information, creeper feeling or not.

He didn't recognize the name, but he filed it away all the same to ask around. He said nothing until the good doctor had been comfortably seated. "Brock Rumlow, but I only answer to Rumlow," he said, eyeing the doctor and offering no more to his title.

"May I inquire as to what you're a doctor in?"