Doc picked himself up and looked at his aids.

Doc looked pleased, but then a worried expression crossed his face.

Doc looked round fearfully to see if I was by his side.

"Why are we trying to make Doc look like the bad guy?"

Doc folded his arms and looked at the ground.

Doc looked at the men who had been injured or shot since he saw them last.

Ole Doc looked sadly down at the girl on the table.

Doc, it looks like you're trying to write a letter!

Doc looked every bit the part, standing straight as an arrow at the foot of the table.

Not yet ready to reveal his presence, Doc looked about for a hiding place.