Bullshit. That was bullshit and he knew it. Sasha prided himself on few things, but he could damn sure tell when someone was lying straight to his face. He was willing to bet that these 'medical offices' happened to be downstairs, too. In fact, he knew good and well that the people here could care less about his actual mental health because he'd been put here, specifically, to be made to disappear. Of that, Sasha was certain. He doubted anyone could convince him otherwise. 

Part of him was very tempted to call the doc out on this right here and now. To put an end to this game they kept playing. But the more sensible part of him knew that revealing his suspicions would only speed up their need to get rid of him. He was nothing but a piece of meat to these people, but he'd rather rot than get eaten. 

He met her eyes evenly, his face not revealing a single emotion. He kept that same, stony, slightly frowning, expression that seemed to be stuck in place. 

"No thanks."

As per usual, he was short and blunt with his words. He offered no explanation for his decline, nor an apology. In fact, he was half tempted to just shut the door right then and there. He didn't owe this woman [i]anything[/i].