Of course, Tony didn't expect for her to tell him that she was upset. It wasn't like he'd have done any different in her position. So he kept his mouth shut for the time being and let her take the lead on the injury situation, knowing that she was a pretty capable doctor. At least, he was sure she was. Was she going to be able to keep up with her medical work if she didn't visit the chair sometime soon? He wasn't exactly sure on the mechanics on how it all worked. The imprints weren't meant to last for to long though without being monitored, so he couldn't help but wonder if Dr. Saunders was glitching any. He half considered letting the others know that she might well end up fading into a Doll at one point or another, thus making her ridiculously useless in the medi-bay. Or anywhere, really. It was going to be a damn shame when...or, he supposed, if that happened. Then again, seeing her this way was a damned shame in itself.
"I was working on something," he responded, following her over to the table. "Bought this motorcycle. It needed work, so I was outside trying to see if I could -" He shook his head, then gestured to the gash. "Point is, I accidentally cut myself. I'd have let it go, but it looks pretty deep. Thought I'd better come in and let a pro look at it." He smiled faintly, as if he were unsure Dr. Saunders would appreciate the lighthearted comment. Maybe not. Not with the way that he'd caught her upon entry. "I wasn't interrupting anything, was I?"