She mock-pouted at the 'knocked me out comment'. "Be glad I did, the dart was barbed and nasty and they probably spat on it too," she defended herself as they strolled along. "Gibson and the techs helped me get you to the healing chamber, and then remove the metal before dumping you into the vat." Stepping into the car, she neatly scooted over for him as well. Checking her skirt was smoothed down, she carried on. "Then Gibson and I had a bout of thief tag, he wanted to test his skill against what he claimed was modern talent." She shrugged a shoulder lightly, batting her eyes. "British men are so polite and such flirts."