All that's in that room is an old, abadoned operating suite, nowhere near as advanced to whatever equipment she's probably used to. And he'll be glad to leave it. The place is full of decay and rot, and it seems to reek of death.

Except for the faint smell of marigolds that seems to cling to him.

He shakes his head slightly- snap out of it- and tries to ignore it. It's just his imagination, right? No way marigolds are growing in a place like this, let alone suddenly appearing here and now.
"Yes'm, wouldn't exactly do to have some of those skeletons show up when you've got my arm halfway taken apart." He chuckles softly, tipping his hat up slightly.

"Well then, doc, I'll lead the way out of here if that's fine by you."