"Diogenes," he repeats with a smile. It's a familiar name, though he can't immediately place it. Either a mythical Greek hero or, like, a philosopher? Maybe an astronomer. "Dignified. Looks like it suits him."

And Jeff breathes out a sigh of relief. Reasonable fees, no mention of insurance bullshit, which makes sense, why would a place like this have some dystopian system from his particular corner of the universe? But he still felt compelled to ask, just in case.

"Oh, good, okay." He nods. "So, I was going for a run, out, you know--" He makes a vague gesture in what he assumes is in the general direction of the woods. "--around nature, and I kiiiiind of took a slip and fell down a-- a gulch? No, wait that's too big. More like..." He moves his hands closer together, until his palms are a couple inches apart. "A small ravine." Hence his disheveled appearance. "Anyway, now my knee's aching, my back's kind of pissed off, and I got a few scrapes, which got me thinking, 'huh, I don't know if there's some kind of bacteria or diseases here that my body's totally not equipped to handle', and 'am I going to get exposed to them and die?'"

Totally normal thoughts. Which is all a roundabout way of getting g to the actual point:

"Do you do vaccines?"