[ Norman seems to recognize exactly what's going on, but he doesn't respond to it, at least not until he's stripping off his latex gloves at the examination's end. The image of professionalism! ]

You seem perfectly healthy. But may I give you a free piece of advice, Mr. Folgate? [ A beat as he pulls a cigarette from the pack of Lucky Strikes on the counter and lights it. His voice is less conversational when he exhales. ] Don't try that. Not here.

Ms. Wilkinson will check you out up front.