"Oh!" Huaisang's eyes widen, impressed. He doesn't recognize the strange title, but it sounds important and the important word is medical. "Are you a real physician?" As compared to him, a mere field medic with almost no field experience. He lives in dread that he might be called upon to do one or more of the increasingly necessary surgeries to be done in the community.

Blinking briefly at the question and the description, Huaisang opens a cupboard and pulls out a bag of ground coffee. There's a design on the front of a coffee bean looking ready to burst into song, and in its hand is a steaming cup of coffee. Huaisang finds cheerful sort of cannibalism to be deeply alarming and yet completely expected for the world they're in.