Brat. "It's the common cold, not the black plague," she countered, and snatched the medicine back, rolling her eyes. "People get sick all the time. And I'm pretty sure this is just a repackaged imitative," she added, squinting at the back of the box.
"Being in charge doesn't mean I get to stop working every time my temperature shifts a degree," Pepper sniffed and narrowed her eyes, pulling out a compact and frowning at her reflection. A bit of powder should disguise the worst of it, but he wasn't wrong. "...Fine. I'll leave the holo deal with you. And once this trip is over, if it hasn't passed, I will...consider a sick day," she allowed, "Happy?"