Stephen was honestly not a regular surgeon that could operate on the body of general. He was a brain surgeon. But he could not be picky, especially when it was his student and friend's life on the line. Working with Jon, and anyone else to help the young woman survive, he was not expecting Wolf to suddenly come in to the room and present the Arc reactor to him. He knew it was the one from the suit. His eyes smiled for him for he wore a mask and having changed his garb into something more suitable. "Thank you, Wolf. As for how you can help me at the moment, I would not know. This is technically something I am not exactly qualified for, but it isn't so different from working on a brain." He told her honestly. "We are still working on extracting what shrapnel we can before making a casing for the reactor to be placed so the reactor can do the rest. I may need your help later when we place the reactor." He told her as he continued with a pair of tweezers. "Could we set it on the little tray?" He asked. Stephen glanced to Jon and any other, wondering if they had anything.