"Ow!" Doug yelped and clapped a hand to his forehead, actually doubling over, a bit, in pain, a bit more overzealously than was probably necessary. But, dang it, that hurt! He should've seen it coming, really, in the larger scale of things, but Doug didn't exactly learn from his mistakes. Heck, Doctor Cox could have just wanted to... hold some stuff together! Or... tie back somebody's hair!

His pager AND the five bucks? "Man..." Doug sighed, reluctantly holding out both for the other man and letting his shoulders slump a bit. That HAD been his lunch money. Well, before he got transferred to a magic castle of doom. "You have a dog?" he offered weakly instead, giving a nervous smile and... There was really no point in making friends, but he couldn't help himself.