Nope

You sit silently in the waiting room without talking to the old man. It’s boring, but it’s better than getting lectured again, right? Besides, he’s rude and made you flash your boobs for him in order to get in. Who’d want to talk to someone like that!?

The man just stands there, diligently counting on his hands until a grave expression quickly overtakes his face. He mumbles something about “number of steps” before walking into the attraction with his cane held like a weapon. Why do you get the feeling someone’s in **** danger…?