Ronan slides into work just on time, still smiling from doing radio. Of course, he's not smiling as soon as he gets a
text message.
He stares at his phone for a moment, then -- after sending off a quick request to the cats at Grand Central -- fires off a text in response: Let me know if he needs a healer. I can get there in ten minutes. -R
The clinic is open, but Ronan is perhaps a little distracted.
[OCD-free!]