Most of what the doctor had said had gone in one ear and right out the other, because she'd mostly just been concerned with getting Newt home and filling the prescription for his painkillers and worrying herself kind of stupid, but now she's realizing she probably should have actually listened a little bit. Maybe she can call and ask, because she's pretty sure he'll have to make an appointment to see someone to get it off anyway, but for now she can only shrug and say, "I hope Chuck listened."

She laughs when he holds onto her hips and then arches an eyebrow. "I'm just trying to help you," she says, looking down at his lap pointedly. "We're supposed to be cooling off, which usually involves like, a little bit less nudity as far as I've been told." Not that she really wants to go anywhere or get dressed, but that was totally the point and she's trying to follow through with it, but he has his hands on her hips and it's just easier to stay where she is. Easier and more comfortable and way more likely to cause them both to be frustrated, but she's not entirely sad about any of that.