What kind of man Dennett is? He's the kind of man who will throw you between him and the rats, but then at least have the decency to feel ashamed of himself. Later.

However, that sure sounds like an injury, and he is a doctor, and he's also the oaf that collided with her.

"Oh. Oh. Oh no." He drops to one knee, reaching out. "Please, I'm a doctor. And I'm sorry."