She cocks her head to the side, giving him a knowing look that quickly sharpens to oh, come on. "You're a guy with a magazine. Unless you brought your medical license and don't charge? Funny joke, man."

But she doesn't think to share her experiences, because he hasn't asked. She defaults to the assumption that no one really cares about her wellbeing in anyway that matters; it's gotten her through life so far.

"You should see if they'll recruit you. If you really are a doctor." She has doubts, mostly arbitrary. If he pulls a stethoscope out of his ass, she can't act like she cares too much and risk being wrong in a tangible way. "It's all medical."