"Indeed." The answer was rote, having been through this before and knowing she would endure it again and again. That was why she had begrudgingly agreed to Percy even if she preferred her proper name. It was better than professors not engaging with her because they were tired of stumbling through her name.
She would be lying if she didn't think about tapping a heel as she tried to parse through his ramble, picking out what was important. Although it really seemed like the bulk of it wasn't, "I agree being smart is better than being pretty." Was all she said, diplomatically, even if it felt like some sort of trap, like he was tricking her into insulting herself and she wasn't good enough at word games to not walk into it.
The prostitute bit was something she was definitely not touching, thanks, but the expression on his face felt a bit more like fair game. It earned him a tap on the shoulder with her pen and a narrow-eyed scowl, "Be nice. She feeds my three eyed mice for me when I visit home."
At least he could go through all of that without getting out of breath, that was a good sign. When she reached for his abdomen, she moved slowly, hands open and in plain view. It was a habit she learned from her family's Primary Physician, who had been treating them since her grandfather was newly swimming and had treated many paranoid races - even non-sea-based who had thought they were strange and couldn't be trusted.
Though her movements paused as she pressed gently in where (again) in theory his appendix would be. "Well, that's certainly now what I would eat if I thought I was in danger of terminal illness." A human doctor would have had more than just a chastising tone to say about that, but things were a bit different around here, weren't they?