I'd have to check my schedule. I'm a busy guy, y'know. Lots of irons in the fire.

[Any further jokes about murder are now dead and gone, though. He's been playing it off since Thursday, but the fact that he's now missing half of his sight is still a pretty sore subject. In a way, it's simultaneously better and worse than dying.]

Medical knowledge, remember? I've been checking it myself. [Well. Others might have helped during Thursday and Friday, when he was too out of it to do much.] I know what I'm doing, so if you're worried about it? Don't. I'm not gonna drop dead from gangrene.