Hamon looks confused for a moment, as if not sure why he's being offered the opportunity to do surgery, but then considers it with a note of sincere interest. Ultimately, though, he looks at Strange, and then at the tapir, and sighs. He flicks the knife one more time to keep it going, and then hands it over to Herbert.

Meanwhile, Adona brings back some white, mildly stretchy fabric and sets the roll down on the edge of the table. She winces at the conversation.

"Yes, that would be for the best," she agreed. Hamon makes a griping sound, but doesn't further object.