"I'm kinda with him on that," Molly looked up at Gert, grimacing slightly. "It was a dick move to not tell you about it, because he's kinda a dick, but it did save your life." There was no way that she was going to be able to disagree with something that had proven so far to be 100% effective in making Gert not dead when she probably would have been otherwise.
"Don't get so hopeful," she shot back. "Right now I'm thinking it might be better if I induce another coma." She finished re-dressing his wound and turned to dispose of the old bandages, frowning as Chase suggested putting Gert's next artifact storage room somewhere less likely to crash. She wasn't completely sure, and she really didn't want to pry, but that definitely sounded like he was talking about a someplace that wasn't on board the 'Frog at all. She turned, cocking her head at him. "What are you saying?"