War... Something this man had to deal with on a level the AI had no idea of. Something that could give him a wound like this, that he'd still attempt to walk off as much as possible.

He wasn't sure still what to make of this man over all.

...and then Not much of a name. But then, who was he to talk?

He didn't have a name either, not truly. 'AI', or 'Assistant' was all he was called.

"--I go by Turo, myself. Professor Turo."

And yet he still stole a deadman's name, because what else could he do? He'd no choice when trying to stop the Time Machine...

Perhaps here he could go by something else, but in the moment, he had no idea what else to call himself that wouldn't require a lengthy, uncomfortable explanation to a man who probably did not care.

"Do you perfer 'Mr. 76' or simply '76'?"

Soldier felt... off to him, and so did a number, but. At least the 76 wasn't constantly recalling the fact he should be fighting. And thinking on it-- that number was on his jacket, was it not?

"--I am going to move onto the suturing next. I cleaned up the stitches from before when I was removing the infected area."