A red box flips open and the large, white vinyl thing inside it inflates. Within seconds it begins to form a round, soft humanoid shape with two black eyes. He is quite puffy and non-threatening, almost huggable, and he steps as delicately from his box as a large marshmallow-y man can.
He takes a few steps forward, the vinyl squeaking with each step, and then stops, making a very robotic circular waving motion with his arm.
"Hello. I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion," he informs whoever will listen, his voice cool-toned and gentle, but slightly disjointed as if being generated by a computer. "I was alerted to the need for medical attention by the many sounds of distress here in..." he blinks, seeming to realize that he doesn't know where he is.
With slow, evenly timed movement, Baymax turns around where he stands and tilts his head up and around, searching for a sign. "... Dear Player." Satisfied that he's figured it out, he turns back around again.
His head rotates as he examines his surroundings. "There seem to be multiple patients in need of assistance so please form an orderly line, with those needing immediate attention in front."
With his black sensory cameras trained on the first person he sees, he takes a couple of waddling steps towards them as a rectangular screen lights up on his chest, displaying ten little icons of cartoon faces in varying degrees of anguish, and accompanying numbers underneath them. "On a scale from one to ten, how would you rate your pain?"