Muldoon snorts around his glass. It seems pretty stereotypical of the medical professional to be focused on what treatment might have been needed. "Not as many as I should have needed. I was able to use my gun to keep some space between the lion and I. It helped me wrestle with him until my friend could take the shot."

Though he does pause for a half-second, thoughtful, before answering the non-question Arcade posed. "He's the best friend. Took over Animal Kingdom from me when I moved here. He wanted something calmer now that he has a wife and kids." With a shrug and a sip of his drink he says, "A stable job was the least I owed him."