Zoe looked from one doctor to another; they really were all alike. They didn't have a brain between them when there was a pissed off woman holding some man's twigs and berries in her hand, literally. Her free hand lifted, empty because she didn't aim a gun she didn't plan on shooting, to point a finger at the second doctor.
"You don't want me to stab him or shoot him because he won't live after it." Again, no threats. Her eyes never left the asshole doctor's ...well, for a little while there was the back and side of his head.
Her free hand dropped to the asshole's white coat as she pulled him to a point where she could whisper in his ear; this was meant for only the asshole to hear.
"Don't have to let the other man hear it; you got your pride, but you don't abuse people willin' to help you. So, apologize." Her fingers tightened; yes, it was possible. "Now."