To most anyone else the sight of the sickbay was welcoming and gave an air of harmlessness. For Wan, who had never seen anything like it in his life prior to waking up very expectantly on the ship, it was just as alien and potentially dangerous as the rest of the place. Which wasn't to say he was scared - he wasn't - but he was wary of it. Particularly since he'd been told the visit was required and he'd be treated as a prisoner otherwise. It made him visibly cautious and distrustful of the people of this space-city.

When he was waved over to a bed, he approached it, but did not sit. He stood at one end and studied the strange instruments arrayed out on the nearby table. Once he'd given them a look over, he turned his attention to the people in the room. Most of them were in that strange clothing, but it was colored blue. The colors clearly had a meaning of some sort. This was supposed to be healers enclave of some sort and spirit water did heal, so perhaps they wore blue to show their connection to the element of water?