Iolaus gives Grey a free meal when what she really wanted was money.

The sun was beginning to dip down towards the horizon, warm light shining through the waters of Central Park. Sitting quietly at the rim of a fountain, his hand gently trailing through the water, sat a short man, his crystal blue eyes staring down into the murky water. If one was close by, someone might be able to hear him mutter to himself, "For a pool of healing, this water sure is dirty." He gave a weak smile, and closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of nature all around him.

It's unlikely the urchin hears him over the racket she (or is it he?) makes, coming up a path on her skateboard. Of course, being winter, the path is a little more treacherous than other times of the year, and Grey hits a patch of black ice and the wheels go skidding out sideways from under her. Not entirely without skills, at least at falling, she manages to roll as she hits the ground. Her skateboard goes the other way, skittering forward to bump into the edge of the fountain and come to a rest.

The figure jumps up upon hearing the sound, and rushes over to the fallen figure. "I'm a doctor. Are you alright? Did you hit your head?" he carefully bent down beside the other person, and tugged out a penlight from within his white lab coat. "Look at me." he says, his voice laden with concern as he flicks the light in and out of the fallen person's eyes.

First she has to deal with falling off her board and now Grey looks up to find some looney shining a light in her eyes. "Yeah, I'm /fine/," she insists, pulling herself easily up into a sitting position, even if it involves brushing aside his attention. She gives a rather unconcerned look at her palm which is showing some faint signs of road rash and mutters something about 'fucking ice'.

Iolaus stands up a little bit, and extends his hand downwards, offering it to help her get up, flipping the penlight into his other hand and placing it back into his coat. "You're sure? That was a nasty fall."

"Shit happens," is Grey's rather efficient response as to the nastiness of her fall. She eyes the hand warily before shrugging and reaching to take it with her uninjured one. Once on her feet, she sets to dusting off her clothing, though given their state, it's questionable why she bothers. She's midway through when she reconsiders her brusque answer, offering up a slightly gentler, "But, I mean, if you wanted to spot me a few bucks for some Band Aids or something..."

Iolaus chuckles. "Nice try. If you really want band-aids, you can walk with me the few blocks to my clinic and I'll put antiseptic, antibiotic, and a bandaid on your wounds." he winks a little bit. "Besides, I don't carry cash. I find it has a tendency to go missing."

Grey doesn't seem too thrilled at this offer. "A clinic?" she repeats skeptically. "No thanks. I'll live." Instead, she just wipes the palm against the side of her dirty sweatshirt, smearing the latter with a few thin streaks of blood. But it does the trick. "More's the pity," she replies as to him not carrying cash. "Doctor, huh? Think you could afford to have a few bucks go missing."

That got a laugh from Iolaus. "Medical school ain't cheap, and neither is the clinic. In this day and age, sometimes you just need to give some money to the right people to get anything done. Not a bribe, of course. Totally legitimate. A donation of your own money to a company you're trying to found." he winks. "I'm pretty sure my bank would shoot me if I started giving more away."

"Sounds kinda suspect to me, but what do I know," Grey mutters, jamming her hands into the ripped kangaroo pocket on her topmost sweatshirt. "You should tell your bank to take a hike. I wouldn't put up with someone telling /me/ what to do with my money." If she had any money, presumably.

Iolaus shrugs a little bit. "They lend the money, they tell me what I can and can't do with it. That's how it works. It's not really my money to spend, you know. It's theirs. I'm just borrowing it for a while." he smiles a little bit, sitting down on the edge of the fountain.

"So you don't have any money of your own?" Grey repeats, once again skeptical that a doctor wouldn't have money. "Shit man, join the club," she goes on with a shrug. "Guess it's true what they say: Neither a borrower nor a lender be. At least when I don't have money, it's mine ... not to have."

Iolaus smiles a little bit, then looks up, sadly. "When was the last time you had a hot meal?" his question was blunt and seemingly out of the blue. He scratches the back of his neck, uncomfortably. Outreach wasn't his specialty - that's why he hired other people to do it for him.

"Geez man, I dunno," Grey replies, brusque again in the face of his pity. "You're not going to get all weird on me, are you? I'm /not/ looking to find God." Some hot meals come with an awful lot of strings attached. "Besides, if you don't even have a few bucks, I don't see what you can do about it."

Iolaus laughs a little bit. "Fuck God. I don't believe in it, and I don't think anyone else would. Come on, let's go. Just don't tell the government you're not a mutant or I'll lose my grant for helping a normal person." he grins a little bit, and stands up, streaching a little bit. "The clinic's not far."

Grey's eyebrows go up at that bit of sacrilege, but she hardly seems shocked by it. Perhaps the most approving as she's been all day, or what passes for approval with the hardened teen. "Who says I'm not?" she replies, as to being a mutant. At the mention of his clinic again, she looks slightly suspicious. "No booster shots or any shit like that though, got it."

Iolaus raises an eyebrow. "If you are, then all the better. And, no, I'm not going to make you be a patient. I can't force you. I'll just give you a hot meal, some pamphlets you can toss in the garbage, and file it against the government as an outreach attempt." he shrugs.

"Well, I /am/ all about screwing over the government," Grey decides with a shrug. And since he doesn't seem to give two shits whether she actually is a mutant or not, she doesn't really hesitate before making a rather practical use of her powers. As if gaining a mind of its own, her skateboard first rolls and then shoots up into the air towards her. It's moving quickly, but not so fast that she can't easily just grab it as it comes. Or rather, it seems to guide itself to her hand, making the task that much easier. Then again, there's something about her blase attitude to suggest she might have done that even if he hadn't been so equally blase about her being one of Them.

Iolaus grins. "That's so fucking cool." he says, running a hand through his hair. "That's the reason I do this kind of shit. So fucking cool." he shakes his head a little bit, letting his hair fall over this way and that crazily, and grins. "Come on. We'll take the bus right up. Won't take long." he says, walking up the stairs carefully and towards the street.

Grey can't help just a slight bit of a smile at his enthusiasm, though she's quick to cover it with a deeper scowl. "Yeah, well, you ain't seen nothin' yet," she comments with a shrug, carrying her skateboard at her side now. "A doctor who takes the bus. Aren't you supposed to drive a Mercedes or Porche or something?"

"I'm probably not supposed to live in a shoddy apartment building in Queens either, am I?" He smirks a little bit. "I'm hardly your average doctor. Most doctors aren't nearly as good as I am. Most doctors aren't the Dean of their own clinic." he winks. "Most doctors don't deal with mutants exclusively. I get a lot of shit for that last one." he says, waiting by a sign for a bus, his foot and back pressed against the cold metal.

"Why the hell bother being a doctor at all then?" Grey asks in disbelief. "The day I put up with all that school to ride a bus and live in /Queens/ is the day you can shoot me in the head." If she realizes she's insulting his way of life, she's utterly unapologetic for it. As they come to wait for the bus, she drops her skateboard back to the ground and sets to attempting to get it to flip over under her feet. Mostly it just results in a lot of clattering and almost another spill that she manages to avoid at the last moment.

Iolaus raises an eyebrow. "Well, at least I can stand up." he grins. "Nah, it's because I get to help people. It's because I get to see things that no one else can ever get to see. Besides, I won't be poor forever. Just for as long as I keep spending huge amounts of money." he says, grinning.

Grey pauses just long enough to give him an unimpressed look from behind those lanks of hair. "Talk to me when you can do an ollie and /maybe/ I'll be impressed." Though even that somehow seems unlikely. Likewise, helping people doesn't seem to impress her much. But as for seeing strange sights: "...Like what?" she asks skeptically.

"Like what, what?" he asks, as the bus pulled up. He dips his metrocard into the terminal twice, and grabs a seat near the front. "What are you talking about?" he asks, grinning, teasing.

Grey steps on the back of the board, bringing it up easily into her grip again (helped maybe a little with some subtler power usage). The teasing just gets a scowl from her as she follows him onto the bus, opting to stand as he sits. "Like /what/ do you see that's worth living in Queens?"

Iolaus tsks a little bit. "Now, what, you want me to violate patient confidentiality?" he says, smugly. "Well... alright. I've seen someone with wings bigger than you. I've seen people who can get knifed and have the knife bounce right off their skin - that took a little time to figure out how we'd give them shots."

"Yeah," Grey replies simply as to violating patient confidentiality. Well, he asked. She half-hangs off of one of the handholds as she listens to the doctor detail some of his patients. "So you, y'know, one of them too, or you just get off on watching?" she asks after considering this a moment.

Iolaus chuckles. "I'm 'normal'." he says, using the normal with quotation marks in the air. "It was just a natural thing, you know. I saw the need, and I filled it. Normal primary care work gets boring. This never does."

"I'm not normal, but that's got nothing to do with my DNA," Grey points out, pitching slightly as the bus lurches around the corner. "But I guess I can respect not wanting to be bored. I hate being bored." Her gaze flickers towards the window to keep track of where they're going.

"Fair, fair. Though, if you wanted to get technical, your weirdness could be genetic as well. Just not weird enough to classify you as a different subspecies." he grins. "I got my Ph.D in genetics. I can talk about that topic for hours."

"Oh God. Please don't," Grey says bluntly, as to talking about genetics for hours. "My genetics might be fucked up, but I'm strange for more reasons than just that. I'm a subversive. But who the hell wants to be normal anyway. Talk about boring. How can you talk about genetics for hours if you don't like to be bored?"

Iolaus rolls his eyes. "Because it's not boring. With only four letters - just four - you get all the complexity of everything alive in this world. How is that not cool? A few letters different, and you or I would be totally different people. A handful of letters different, we might be a fish or a monkey. Just four letters."

"I dunno. Sounds kind of boring to me," Grey states simply, failing to get caught up in his enthusiasm. "I mean, who cares, really. We're /not/ different people, and it's not like we can change the letters now, right? Too bad. Might have been cool to be a monkey. Probably not a fish though."

Iolaus raises both of his eyebrows. "We're not different people? Uh... men and women are different. I'm sure you've seen the pictures." he says, grinning. "Come on, genetically we're very similar, but on the surface we're totally different."

Grey rolls her eyes and scowls again, before speaking a little more slowly. "I mean that we are who we are. There's no changing that. We /could/ be totally different people, but we're not. So it's irrelevant. Four letters or twenty-six, what's it matter to me?"

"Because twenty six, and you wouldn't be the same person you are now. One letter different can mean your heart explodes in your chest when you turn 21. It could mean something horrible, or it could mean nothing. That's the power of genetics."

"Yeah, but there's no /changing/ it, so what's the difference?" Grey says, starting to sound a little frustrated. "If I were a different person, I wouldn't know I was different and I'd be happy being /that/ person too." Though it's questionable if she's ever really 'happy'.

Iolaus looks up at the ceiling, then back to her. "Because what if, because I knew you were missing a letter here or there, I could give you a pill that keeps your heart from exploding. Or, because I can see these letters added here, and some weird thing about you, I can cure cancer. Or AIDS. Or whatever."

Grey shrugs her shoulders. "Fine. Then /you/ be interested in it," she says indifferently. "And good luck on that cure for cancer," she adds with that familiar skepticism.

"I never said that you should be interested in it. I just said that it was interesting. It's not my fault that you have no taste in interests." Iolaus says, crossing his arms in mock hurt.

"And I said it was boring. I never said you had to be bored by it," Grey counters, clearly just to be difficult. She shifts her skateboard behind her back, stumbling a bit as the bus moves while she's not holding on, but she manages to catch her balance quickly.

Iolaus rolls his eyes. "Again, at least I can stand up." he says, standing. "We're here." he says, motioning out of the doors towards the hospital. "Come on." he says, hopping out of the bus and clomping along quickly, through the double doors, waving them past the guards, and towards the cafeteria.

"You try standing on a bus without holding on," Grey challenges as she tucks the board up under one arm to follow him off. "You'd fall on your ass and I'd laugh so hard," she informs him while deftly hopping down from the bus.

Iolaus uh-huhs. "I'm sure, I'm sure. Come on, come on." he says, picking up a tray and motioning around to all the different food vendors. "Grab whatever you want. Pizza's over there, chinese, sushi, bbq, italian... I'm sure you can find something." he says, smiling. "Meet me at the register."

Grey just scowls in response, the surfeit of riches in food not making up for the teasing, apparently. Still, she's not about to turn down the free meal now and heads off towards the vendors. Using her skateboard in lieu of a tray, she gets herself a bit of a mix, pizza, fries, some fried rice, a soda, and a couple of oversized cookies, before return back towards the cash register.

Iolaus waits at the cash register, chuckling as he saw the figure approaching with her food on the skateboard. "You know that there are stacks of trays at the entrance where we came in, right? You know.. where I got this one?" he says, waggling it around - his soda was in his hand. "Nevermind, nevermind." he hands his employee id to the cashier. "Charge it to account ending..." he closed his eyes tightly, thinking. "0242. See ya Lisa." he says, walking them over to an empty table and sitting down.

"And then I'd have to carry a tray /and/ my skateboard," Grey points out, as if this should be obvious. "You sure got a lot of opinions about stuff," she goes on once he's paid. Without a great deal of concern for how sanitary it might be, she just sets her skateboard down right on the table as she sits.

Iolaus raises an eyebrow, a hand, then shrugs. "Fuck it, nevermind." he says, leaning back in his chair and taking a sip of his soda. "S'not worth the effort. They clean the bloody things anyway..." he mutters, talking more to himself than to her.

That actually gets a dark smirk from her, as he gives up the battle before even beginning it. Grey puts a foot up on a free chair as she starts digging in to the food, pausing occasionally to wipe her mouth on the sleeve of her sweatshirt.

Iolaus twitches slightly, and hands her a napkin. "Your clothes are hardly sanitary... at all. Try one of these." he says, eyeing her suspiciously.

Grey eyes the napkin as if it somehow insulted her mother. Assuming she has a mother somewhere, and minds her being insulted. She then heaves a sigh and rolls her eyes as she reaches out to take it between grubby fingers. "Sure, whatever. Wouldn't want to get sick and die from not using a napkin."

Iolaus smirks. "My Ph.D was in genetics, but my MD was in infectious diseases. You wouldn't believe how little it takes to start a new plague. It's quite incredible that we're all alive." he narrows his eyes. "Not that I'm saying you'll die from using your sleeves. But you will look a little out of place here." he winks. "I probably shouldn't have said that, because now you're probably going to want to go back to using your sleeves. That being said, most people here don't eat on a skateboard, so I doubt you'll have to worry about fitting in."

Grey squints thoughtfully at Iolaus from through the lanks of hair. "Yeah, fitting in has never been a big worry of mine," she states after a moment, smirking slightly. "Standing out is a lot more interesting anyway. Guess you don't get a lotta kids like me in here then, huh?" She shrugs, taking another bite of food and wiping her mouth on the napkin this time before balling it up slightly.

Iolaus shrugs. "I see some kids like you upstairs, in my office. But not many. I don't do a lot of outreach. That's one of our other doctors. Hell, I don't even see that many patients." he frowns a little bit. "I saw some kids like you when I was working in the ER though. Not quite as healthy looking though."

"I can take care of myself," Grey states, as if this is what makes her different from those less healthy waifs. "So if you don't see patients, what -do- you do? You sure you're a doctor? I've never met a broke doctor who doesn't see patients before. Unless you mean you only look after the invisible ones or something," she grants, considering his field of interest.

Iolaus llaughs a little bit. "I am a doctor, yeah. But I don't see that many patients anymore. I've been religated to an administrative role until the clinic makes enough money for me to hire some administrator to take over the administrative half of my job so I can go back to the medicine." he shrugs. "The cost of opening a new business."

"Man, you're just broke all over, aren't you," Grey comments with a shake of her head. "So you don't make much money -and- you have to deal with paperwork? I'd just shoot myself in the head and get it over with dude." She sniffs and moves to wipe her nose on her sleeve before remembering the napkin and using that instead.

Iolaus laughs a little bit. "I'm just broke all over. For now. I've got to repay my loan, but I get a nice salary from the clinic." he grins. "Feel free to guess the amount." he winks a little bit. "Not to brag or anything, of course."

"I don't know," Grey says with an indifferent shrug. "Like, thirty thousand dollars?" she tries, clearly figuring this is an outrageously high sum of money. "But you still take the bus," she goes on to point out.

Iolaus raises an eyebrow. "Thirty thousand dollars is just around minimum wage for the hours that I work. Try again." he says, threading his hands together and resting his head on them.

"One hundred million dollars. -I- don't know. Why don't you just tell me?" Grey says, losing patience with this game rather quickly. She also seems to have lost interest in her food too, her eyes most definitely bigger than her belly. Now she fidgets, bending and breaking the tines off of a plastic fork.

Iolaus shrugs. "That's no fun. Besides, if I just out and told you, it'd be bragging." he smiles. "Let's leave it at saying there's a reason that people go to medical school to get rich."

"So then how come you didn't have any money to give me? You said you were broke," Grey says suspiciously, and perhaps just a little accusingly. "If you didn't want to give me money, you could have just said so."

Iolaus cocks his head. "I said I didn't have any cash, which was true. I said I'm in debt - also true. I won't be for very long - six months or so - but I still am now. Besides, you're eating, aren't you?"

"Yeah, well. I /asked/ for money," Grey just points out stubbornly, but she does seem to give up that line of argument, at least. "I really dunno how much a doctor would make. A lot, I guess. That's what I /thought/."

Iolaus nods. "Try five hundred thousand dollars. That's about in the range that I make, minus taxes, minus health care, minus a whole bunch of stuff." he shrugs. "There are doctors who make millions a year. I'm not one of them."

"Yeah, must be really rough not having those extra hundreds of thousands of dollars," Grey mutters unsympathetically. "Why are you telling me this anyway? I mean, awesome for you that you're totally rich and all, but."

Iolaus shrugs. "You asked." he says, in the same tone of voice. "Why did you ask?" he says, cocking his head to the side. "Why do you think I'm telling you?"

Grey gives him a wary look. "You some kind of shrink or something? 'Why does it bother me that you make so much money?'" she snarks, putting on a British accent for some reason. "And anyway, I didn't ask. You said you didn't have any money and I just asked why the hell someone would be a doctor without being wealthy. And now here you are wealthy, so I guess I was right."

Iolaus snorts. "What I make isn't all that extravagantly wealthy. Especially when you consider that most of it goes into the clinic, into pro-mutant causes." he smiles. "That's why I live in Queens. I don't want the five hundred thousand dollar a year salary. I want to be a doctor. I'd do that even if they paid me thirty thousand a year."

"Then give me the other, uh, four hundred and seventy thousand dollars. I'm a good cause too," Grey insists. It does math. "I'll even take care of your taxes for you too."

Iolaus laughs at that. "What, by stealing from the government and letting me to go prison for it?" he winks. "Sounds like a plan for you." He leans back a little bit. "Doesn't sound quite so good for me though."

"Someone's gotta be the victim of society," Grey says with an indifferent shrug. "I've taken my turn. Besides, it's not really stealing from the government if it wasn't theirs in the first place."

Iolaus smiles a little bit. "Why are you on the streets anyway?" he asks. "You're certainly far from stupid." he pauses for a second. "Parents?" he asks, closing his eyes thoughtfully.

"So only stupid people should be on the streets?" Grey asks with a slight challenge to her tone as she eyes him from behind her curtain of hair. "Where else am I gonna be? My parents couldn't cope with me." She gives a mirthless smirk as one of the cookies flies up into her hand of its own volition.

Iolaus shrugs. "There are better places than the streets. Shelters, foster care even. Or just get a job and an apartment." he smiles. "Or just sleep in the basement and ignore your parents."

"Sounds like you got it all figured out," Grey states a little sarcastically. "I don't -need- a shelter or foster care. I got it covered. And what the hell do I want with a job? I mean, maybe if someone wanted to pay -me- five hundred grand a year I'd think about it..."

Iolaus looks at her, hard. "The streets are all shiny, happy and rainbows, huh? Wow, sounds great, perhaps I should just give up my apartment and go onto the streets." he says, his voice laden with sarcasm.

"Are you kidding? I don't wanna live in Queens," Grey states flatly. But is there a slight smirk dancing around the corner of her lips? "Look, man, think whatever you wanna think, but I don't need you or anyone saving me from myself."

Iolaus chuckles. "Should I be trying to save you from yourself? Somehow I don't think I could if I wanted to." he winks at her. "No, I'm just having some idle lunch conversation."

Grey considers this a moment before shrugging and slouching back in her chair, now munching on her cookie. "Well, fine. I just don't like people telling me what to do." In case he didn't get that from her attitude so far.

Iolaus looks towards the ceiling. "I never would have guessed. I mean, how could anyone possibly know that, with you being so subserviant to everything anyone says and being so pro-authority?" he says, laying it on thick.

Grey gives the good doctor a hard look. "So I don't like to do what they tell me to," she states with a shrug. "Maybe if they had it figured out any better than I did, but most of what they pass off as wisdom is bullshit anyway. Screw that noise."

Iolaus shrugs. "Sometimes kissing ass is just what the doctor ordered. That being said, I still think most people are morons. Some more interesting than others, but advice is shit. My parents were... quite a pair. But you can't win against the system entirely." he grins. "Now I am the system in my own corner of the universe."

"Maybe /you/ can't. I'm not done fighting yet," Grey replies. "I'm not going to be like some sorta hippy turned suit, couldn't change the system and wound up leading the charge. The streets might not be glamourous, but at least while I'm on 'em, I get to keep my own rules. It's never boring."

Iolaus smirks. "Pot was never my drug of choice, so I wouldn't have made much of a hippy." he grins, taking a swig of his sprite. "It's never boring when I'm seeing patients."

"How 'bout acid and LSD then?" Grey suggests with a snort. "And, I dunno, I think I'd get bored with that. There aren't many people who are interesting for very long."

"Acid is LSD, genius. And, no, those weren't my thing either." he shrugs. "Normals aren't that interesting. They get boring after a year or two. Mutants, they're never boring."

"Well, whatever," Grey mutters at the correction. "I'm /not/ a hippy, so what the fuck do I care?" She finishes off one cookie, letting the other come to her in similar fashion. "What's so interesting about us?"

Iolaus shrugs. "Just the smallest mutation totally changes medicine. Mutations can cause susceptability to certain conditions, and I have to figure out what it is."

"Oh. You mean like the insides of us," Grey says, sounding bored with the very idea already. "No thanks. I got enough of that cutting up frogs and fetal pigs. But good luck with that."

Iolaus sticks out his tongue. "Not just the insides of you. How you get the powers, everything. It's all facinating."

"To /you/ maybe," Grey replies, rolling her eyes at the immature show of him sticking out his tongue. And then follows that up by limply tossing a bit of cookie at him. "I just care what I can do. That's the cool part."

"Hey!" he says, picking up the cookie and tossing it back at her, indulging just in the same amount of immaturity. "Yeah, it is facinating to me. It's facinating to a lot of people."

Grey catches the bit of cookie easily with the aid of those oh-so-fascinating powers. She lifts her hand and it immediately veers off course to land in her palm whereupon she promptly pops it into her mouth, unconcerned as to whether that's hygienic. "Great for them. I still think it's boring."

Iolaus laughs a little bit. "Great for me too." He shrugs a little bit, and twines his fingers together, resting it back his hand. "No, no. It's just you." He shrugs a little bit. "You must be out of your mind."

"Or I'm the only sane one left," Grey counters before she finishes off the last of that cookie too. "At least I'm not stuck doing boring stuff mucking around inside mutants."

Iolaus rolls his eyes. "I'm not a surgeon. We don't just take you upstairs, go, 'Oh, do you have all your shots? Oh, alright.' and then take a scalpel to you at random."

"No, you probably give us the shots first anyway," Grey snarks, rolling her eyes. "So what /do/ you do then? How do you figure out what makes us tick?"

"That's not my job. I'm not supposed to figure out how you tick. My job is to keep you healthy. That means keeping your shots up to date, yes, but also means listening to you. If something hurts, something's always hurt, I have to figure out why. If you always see colors a specific way, I have to figure out if it will cause anything else."

"Well, don't come near me with a needle," Grey states definitively. "And nothing hurts. But how would you even know you see colours different than other people? You see something, you're told it's called red... Maybe it looks completely different to someone else, but as long as you both call it red, you'd never know."

Iolaus rolls his eyes. "Colorblindness is a way of seeing colors differently. If you can't distinguish green and red, that's an indicator of something. It was an example." he sticks his tongue out again.

"Yeah, but most of those people don't even know it until they take that little test with the dots," Grey goes on, still insisting. "Anyway, my colours are fine too." She really seems to expect him to drag her off upstairs to experiment on her at any moment. Or to try to, anyway.

Iolaus raises an eyebrow. "You're not one of my patients. And I wouldn't just go off testing for it randomly or something. I'd do it if the patient complained of, say, not being able to read things very well when this or that happens, or not being able to distinguish between shades, etc, etc.'

"Oh," Grey replies with a shrug. She drains the last of her soda. "I should go. I mean, it's, y'know, I'm done and all." She gestures towards the detritus of her lunch.

Iolaus shrugs. "Fair enough, fair enough." he says, not standing up. "I'm not holding you here." he smiles. "I don't hold people against their will, you know."

Grey picks up her skateboard, dumping the garbage onto the table. Trash cans are for squares. "Yeah, alright." But she still doesn't seem to -fully- trust him on this yet. "See you later then."

Iolaus reaches into his lab coat and pulls out a card. He hands it over between two fingers. "I'm Iolaus. So you know where to reach me in case you need a doctor." he smiles at her.

Grey tucks the skateboard up under one arm, reaching out to snatch up the business card with her other hand. She gives it a cursory glance before disappearing it into the kangaroo pocket of her sweatshirt. "Yeah, I'll keep that in mind." She turns to go, pausing to glance back over her shoulder and add, "I'm Grey." And with that, she heads for the door.