His heart, at least, seems to still be going strong and steady. He breathes slowly and calmly, grimacing when the effort makes him want to cough. His control is sufficient to cut off the urge, and spare her the raucous noise that would result through the stethoscope.

"Hm. Don't they use these for asthma?" He frowns, takes a long and careful breath, then exhales into it with a wheeze. The result is what one might expect from an old man with lung problems, but not from someone in excellent physical shape who is accustomed to running after criminals on a weekly basis.

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