"Milk with coffee then," Babs confirmed with a small grin. They couldn't all drink it black, after all. They'd be bouncing off the walls.
As she handed Weetzie her mug, Babs was sure to shaker her head firmly and offer the younger doctor a kind look. "It's not rude. If we're going to work together and you're going to be working with Napier then I want you to have all the information you think you need. I'll let you know if you hit a sore spot, but I doubt you will. I've had three years to grow a relatively thick skin about the entire thing."
She lifted her mug to her lips and took a slow sip. "He sent the gift basket anyway. He's incredibly smart-- or, I should say, he reads people well. Intuitive, he knew just what to send in order to elicit the worst possible reaction," Babs explained. "It's not about forgiveness really. I chose to come here because I knew that for me, closure would only come when I was able to face him again and take part in 'fixing' what I wasn't able to fix before. I don't like shying away from things and the thought that I was too scared to face him again bothered me. Besides, I was his last doctor before the shooting and I saw what he did to his last rookie doctor-- you could say I feel a sense of responsibility at seeing this through."