"Unsettling is saying the least," Walt agreed with a quick nod. Aside from a few quick glances when the healer had been prodding at it, Walt had decided to keep his eyes up at the ceiling so that he wasn't tempted to look over and confirm, once again, that it had disappeared. The idea of simply going to sleep and hopefully waking up with it restored, however, was not a particularly appealing one. It was not that he didn't have faith in Mr. Browne's healing abilities, but — well, just on the off chance that something went awry, he would prefer to be conscious for it. Not that he would be of much assistance, but he would prefer to know what was going on.

"I'll be fine, though, thank you. It shouldn't take long," he added optimistically. Only as long as it took the intern to go and return again. The cabinet itself was sitting essentially right in the middle of his department, so it wasn't as though anyone would have to go looking for it or try to track down the paperwork to see where it had gone. In fact, he was willing to wager that half the department was still clustered around it at this very moment, gossiping about the way he'd been carted off to the hospital and perhaps speculating on whether or not he would return. Hopefully only speculating — he knew it was too soon to hope that any of the employees he hadn't worked with before would like him, but he did hope at least that they weren't yet rooting for his untimely demise.