[ he's freshly arrived, but not new to this sort of thing, at all. the doctor glances at the guy, lips pressed together and brow knit, considering, as he takes in his slight pallor.

what sort of people are they recruiting here. ]

Oh, dozens, probably. Maybe hundreds? I lose count.

[ then, with a rather lopsided, not-entirely-comforting smile, ]

It's a doddle. You've only got to do one thing: not get caught.