"Most people don't." It's said curtly, almost bitterly even if he's trying to look flippant about it. Establishing rapport would probably make this easier, but he's of the impression that he can yes, no and maybe at a few questions and leave.

He tries to peer at the file through his shades as discreetly as he can before falling back into his chair. He considers being genuine, asking for something that can help him sleep or stop the headache he gets just thinking about sirens, but when he opens his mouth all he can manage to say is "Nah. I mean. Beyond the standard complaint of being here at all, which I'm sure you get a lot." He's so understanding and kind to your doctorly needs. "I'm ready for the mandatory health shaming quiz. Fire away."