"Don't worry, kid; hanging with addicts makes you one by association. My 'cool' is yours for the taking," He was obviosuly sarcastic, moving in to listen to her breathing before nodding. "Once again, my faith in other physicians has been shattered. That's textbook URI. You probably just didn't get the temperature as obviously, because they keep this place colder than the morgue." He moved back to the cupboards, shuffling through what they had in stock. "They've gotta have something... eh," He picked up a box of medicated coughdrops, tossing it to her, "Can't guarantee those are going to be much better, but they might help the pain until I can get you the good stuff,"
So, doctor-stuff taken care of, he backpedaled, remembering the 'sex-with-a-21-year-old' part. "That takes care of your throat. Should I be looking at the other end, on behalf of the 21-year old?" It was shameless, and slightly dirty, but the joke was evident on his face, and it was as good an ice-breaker as he had.