"Even in that body I knew shit was off with that guy."

Kaz stands next to her, props his aviators up on his forehead, and squints at the place where Dr. Hill's practice should be. "It seemed like he legitimately wanted me to visit his practice -- at least before I was pissed -- why the hell would he hide it?"

He says, idly checking his body's hands for blood flow. He rubs one of them between his palms -- hopefully they figure out this riddle soon, or he's gonna have to steer them into a warm venue.

"What am I feeling for, exactly?"