[Palamedes pauses in brushing himself off, squeezing out his sleeves - ah. That's- that's so goddamn cute, the shy way little Viktor offers to show off his boat again, the way he tries so very hard to be the serious and legitimate Doctor's Assistant and not a kid playing with his toy boat and his - uh, Rio.

Palamedes is still not sure if Rio is a pet. His Rio, then. Either way, it's adorable, but the face he makes is even and considering, like he is talking to another adult and not a tiny, baby-faced Viktor.]

I assure you, I'm not here for any medical operations. I'm perfectly well. [The cageyness and what he does know about the undercity make him think, oh, it's drugs. Drugs are what the doctor does, aren't they. Well, he doesn't need to mention that explicitly, just a casual no thanks.

He gestures at the boat, moving now to go back further up the side of the stream, to watch properly and not get Rio-wasted this time.]

Let's see what that thing can do. How does it run? You know, I don't know that much about machines, either.