Connor smiled and nodded politely as the nurse spoke. If he wasn’t so anxious right now he would have found the woman to be fairly funny. At the moment though he couldn’t do much other than to be polite like he had been raised to be. 

He remained mostly silent, not really knowing what to say at the moment and not feeling much like talking either. He knew he’d have to start but he wanted to put it off as much as he could.

When the subject of his name came up he coughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s, um, Connor Douglass.” He answered, wondering if a little alert would pop up that he was skipping an appointment with an MRI machine.

His feet lightly knocked against the bottom of the examine table as he swung them back and forth, his body humming with nervous energy. 

“Uh, it’d be a complete lie to say I’m completely phobic about needles for obvious.” He said, trying to make polite conversation as he held up his tattooed arms and motioned to the ones on his neck as well as his piercings. “I don’t hate all needles I just really, really don’t like medical ones.”

He moved his hands down to drum his fingers against the edge of the table, shifting slightly on it and grimacing at the loud wrinkle of paper that followed. 

“And I don’t mean to be rude, I’m sorry if I’m coming off like that in anyway, I’m just not a fan of hospitals and,” He looked down at her white coat. “And things related to hospitals or medical science. That’s why I work on machines. Machines are meant to be taken apart and put back together and upgraded.” He cut himself off when he realized he was rambling. “Anyway sorry.”