( Well, she tries; a good portion of her job is ensuring her patients feel at ease with her, so in a way, they have that in common. She crafts herself in demeanor and body language to be friendly and comfortable to speak to— all grounded in her trustworthiness with her position and the implicit trust that had to come with that. She's a trauma surgeon and a combat medic, a researcher and a friend. He does well with his. Compliments to the chef. )

It's no offense at all, honest. I'm just used to feeding people who come in to visit more than receive medical care.

( She's stepping away to gather her tablet from her desk while he speaks, her smile warming a touch to hear he had people he knew here. That always makes her happy; no one should be alone in such a place. )

I'm glad to hear you have friends present as well; I'll be sure to keep an eye out for them if anything goes sideways around here. And we can always hope no one ever needs a doctor, but it's best to have one around just in case. I'll admit I'm not often very busy which is always a good sign. Shall we get started?

( A flick of her fingertips up off the edge of her tablet has it projecting some fairly decent sketches of prosthetics with 3D renders beside them, layering out and manipulated with gestures mid-air. There are a few ideas for the extendable concept they'd spoke of, but also some examples of decorative types he could incorporate, still utilizing the core concept. She had fun. )