Lennon gave an upward tilt of her lips to Danny using her nickname, liking that he had. Nicknames meant that you were on a good terms, friendly, maybe even close to trust. Nicknames were good.
"Obviously, because you know if you talked to me like that something would be thrown at your head," she grinned. Her eyes trailed over him, not as in taking him in (she'd already done that) but to take a better look at his wounds. He was hurt and she could sense his pain.
"Some healer type I guess sums up part of me," she said with a smile. "Come on, to the break room, someone else can cover the bar until I get you up and running," she said with a raise of her eyebrow. They needed to be somewhere private. "Unless you prefer freezing?"