"Yeah, well, Harper'll get over it until it passes." The migraine, she means. A galaxy away, and his brain is still going to keep rejecting his implant. She gives him a lopsided grin as she moves closer to him, leaning against a wall with her arms crossed over her chest.

The grin is easy, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. Worry makes her brow furrow, taking in the sight of him.

"You talk to the doc about this yet?"