Simon's brow was in permenant raised form. While Dr. Tam might have planned on being a surgeon at one time, he'd spent most of his true doctoring days on Serenity as a medic. Since he'd been in the City, he'd been assigned to the ER, not as as the surgeon consultant, but as a regular doctor. He was still good with a scalpel, but he was getting better at the quick fixes.
Simon sighed softly; he didn't know when his opinions about rules had changed, not exactly, but he was sure it had been during his time with Malcolm Reynolds. How could it not? He glanced over at Hannibal before looking back at their "boss."
The silent treatment seemed like a good idea because Wilson wasn't going to listen, and Simon really wasn't in the mood to fight. He was ready to get the hell out of here. He needed to see the outside world for a bit. Maybe get food, check on Jennifer, get a shower, sleep in his own bed. Paint that wall...
The good doctor made it a point to look at the clock then at the door. Time to receive punishment and be done with it.