Lauren rolled her eyes right back, though she was glad he'd let go of her arm. "I'm the marten, okay?" she admitted, since he basically already knew that. "And I didn't think you had picked this for fame and fortune, but if you gave everyone free treatment, you'd go broke. And I don't take advantage like that." Of course, it was way more possible that she wouldn't have come back to pay; payment would've come in the form of mailed cash and a note to protect her identity. But the cat was more or less out of the bag at the moment, at least when it came to the were being able to identify her.
She resisted a little when he tugged on the shirt, wanting to just leave but unwilling to tear herself free when she thought she still had a chance at talking her way out of it. "It's just a dislocation and some sore ribs," she argued, taking a few stumbling steps towards the table because it was either that or fall on her face when the pushy vet pulled her off balance. "It's not the first time I've gotten banged up, I know what to do. Sling it for a couple weeks and play nice until I'm better."