Claire - what was her name? - wasn't used to sympathy, or pity. In fact, whenever she was on the receiving end of it back in the house, she'd despised whoever offered it.
Now? She had no idea if that was really her reaction, or just another facet of the imprint. Her logical side-again, not her-told her that it was the latter. This was one of the reasons why they never told Dolls what they were. Every feeling, every thought, resulted in second guessing.
Despite that, her well-trained hands pulled out an alcoholic solution and cotton balls. She gently began to clean the wound, her gaze having shifted to focus on it. She didn't smile at his attempt at humor.
"No. I was working on a couple of reports for Dr. Jones." One thing she was good at. Something else she could thank Topher for? "Nothing important." Her words subtly said that he was more important-another welcome facet of Dr. Saunders.