"I rather think I do, though I doubt anyone will really listen," she said, giving him a faint look as he picked up his glass. People just couldn't give up their vices, she found. She had hers, but they tended to be the more innocent and healthy sort most of the time.
"Computer, private room, bathroom. Civvie clothes," she ticked them off on her fingers as she talked. "Let's hope you were a really good boy," she said. "Since I don't want any corpses in here, undead or not." Her humor was dry, though her eyes were amused. "Ahh okay. Well, if you need someone to see to the holes, there's a doctor who's in here, as well as a nurse. Cal's taken the care of every one on him, I think."