"You're a right mess." he said quietly, taking in the man's state. He hoped a bit of salt water would help but, he doubted it, open sores like those needed treatment didn't they? he weren't sure, he weren't no fish.

As the change finished, he helped him into the clothes as best he could then took the scientist's ID tag-just in case-before peering out the door. No one coming yet.

"Okay, here-" he clipped the ID tag to the lab coat and helped the merman to his newly formed feet. "Can you walk?"