She was rather glad that Sean didn't live with Troy when he said that, even if Troy's words made her feel for him. "You haven't been here for that long, it's impossible to have a good track record when you're not trained enough. As for never thinking about your gun first when you wake up, I'd say that depends on how many attacks you're subjected to. Then again for that reason alone I hope you are right. I think we can all agree that the fewer attacks we have the better off we are," she said. Especially with the children coming, it would be more and more difficult to run.
She smirked as he went on. "You do realize that doctors deal with people too, right? Not that I should say anything, it's really not my thing either." Even if that was for entirely different purposes. She didn't want to be on stage, she wanted to train and do what she knew to do best. Delivering babies weren't really what she wanted to do with her life.
She was about to say something more when suddenly images of a woman giving birth filled her mind, though there was far too much blood in the image. It was gone almost as fast as it arrived, and after it was vague in her mind, but she felt a chill spread down her spine. Maybe she was more worried about delivery than she'd thought, though it was not her on the table. When she tried to recall the woman looked a lot like Kensi. Maybe. She wasn't sure. It was probably just her mind playing tricks on her anyway. It was best ignored.