Adalé gave a long sigh, releasing a stream of smoke as he looked on the aftermath of the storm. It had been awhile since he had seen one of this scale first hand.
Since he was a doctor, officially, he felt the need to offer his name to the list of volunteers to give simple first aid to those harmed by the storm. Hippocratic Oath be damned, but offering himself up like this was out of character, but he had a part to play. If it were up to him, he would choose to leave out humans from the privilege of his services, but of course that would cause more problems than he was willing to deal with.
The sound of someone approaching caught his attention. He had been told that someone would be assigned to help him. As he turned to look at the person nearing him, he took one last drag of the cigarette before dropping it to the ground and extinguishing it. “I take it you’ll be the one helping me tend to these injured citizens?” He forces a smile, flashing fangs that, even in his ‘presentable’ human form, aren’t masked. “Dr. Adalé Zhivago, pleasure.” He said, sticking out his hand to the other person.
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