[The afterlife—surely not, he feels fairly certain of that one, but he doesn't have any other ideas... yet. So,]

I am. [And he can even say it now without the crushing, misplaced guilt, so that's something! He brightens a fraction - only a fraction, he's tired - to be talking to a colleague; that's what they are now, as far as Tenma is concerned.] My specialty is in surgery, although I haven't noticed any hospitals around. I'd be grateful to see your office.

[It's a relief that someone has set up something, besides this empty pharmacy. There's nothing quite like a real, properly equipped hospital, but in the meantime... Well, it's good. It's an indication of a community looking out for each other, which is enough to ease Tenma's nerves a decent amount.

As long as people aren't wantonly killing each other! Aha.]

Ah, how about this one? This is all a set for someone's film project.

[Is that absurd. Is that wacky enough. It's not, ahem, anyway,] My name is Tenma.