"I may just be a guard, but even I can tell that you being able to comfort her would be beside the point." The guard scoffs and watches the screen with disinterest.

Geoffrey still says nothing.

"Geoffrey here is all muscle and no, well, anything else." The Boss chuckles and heartily slaps him on the shoulder. "Ah, I kid Geffy. I wonder what you'll shift into, hm?" He bends down to be at eye level with Ptelea. "You see, there's somethings my old hands can't do." He holds up his shaking fingers to her eyes. "I think I'll be fine with those tool, but there's something special about starting a treatment with bare skin to bare skin." He taps her wrist. "Geoffrey, twist it, if you please."