As a medical professional, hearing Rodeo's opinions on health care at the end of the world almost had her cringing. There were definitely times when she wished people would just stand back and realize every bump and scrape wasn't fucking life-threatening, but for the most part, she preferred being the one to diagnose said bumps and scrapes. Just for her own peace of mind, if nothing else. "You get gangrene, I'm strapping you to a table and hacking off your rotting limb myself. Because that is what hot lady doctors do," she informed him with a grin.
She really hoped it would never come to that, though.
After briefly assessing her heart-shaped scrap of paper, Rory determined that her valentine was done, and she placed it in front of A.J. so he could go to town on it with his markers. Eyebrow raised, she turned her attention back to Rodeo, and then gave him a solemn nod. "All homicidal blondes will be sent your way. Cross my heart."