Spock. What did I tell you? [She arches her eyebrows pointedly at him, not even trying to hide the smile curling her lips.] And when something happens to you and Jabilo isn't around? What will you do when you're hurt and unconscious and the only sawbones around is me, with my sub-par knowledge of your biology?

[Of course she'll find a cure if something negatively affects him. She'll stay up all night for days on end, working feverishly until she figures out how to crack the code of whatever ailment is afflicting him, because she's a damn good doctor but also because he's her friend. A friend she enjoys antagonizing, but a friend nonetheless. She's lost enough friends as it is, she's not going to lose any more if she can help it.

If she were braver (drunker), she might reach out and fix his hair for him. For now, she just fiddles with a chocolate wrapper and tears her eyes away from his head.

She chuckles and then opens her mouth as if she was going to ask him something, but freezes before any sound comes out. After a slow blink, she heads in a different direction.] How old are you, anyway?