Gert rolled her eyes when Molly told her about the bald comment. "I'm pretty sure that was a boldface lie, but I don't know much about the causes of baldness." Medicine had never been one of Gert's interests. She had learned what she'd had to on the road for their survival, and the sight of blood didn't bother her but she had never contemplated it seriously.
"Really? Now I'm starting to think you're populating the place with gnomes." It was an easy sort of banter to fall into even if Gert was half watching her words just to ensure they didn't spiral out of control and cause a blow up again.
Gert paused in her system of arranging medical supplies to tilt her head slightly as she considered Molly's words. "Variety is the spice of life obviously, and she's young still." Picking your musical style was a lot like choosing your political orientation in Gert's mind. "You might have said, but how long have you two been together?" She was not fishing for anything; she was being curious.