"Rumlow, then. How quaint," Calvin mused, smirking at a joke that only he would get. He folded his arms on the table, his gaze never once leaving the man across from him, absently tapping out a tune on the tabletop.

So. This man wanted to know his skillset, hm?

"I've studied human anatomy for the better part of twenty years. There isn't much that I can't do, my friend," he drawled, the tune he was tapping coming to a halt now. "It pays to have as much knowledge as you can when you're going into the medical field. Makes anything you might come across easy to achieve." An eyebrow lifted then. "And what about you? You're definitely not just some average joe."