Mm, maybe? I wasn't keeping track. [Wendy answers his questions with ones of her own, head slowly tilting to one side then the other. Observing him while attempting to keep him engaged and focused on anything else that isn't whatever's going on inside his head.]

I don't, no. [She shakes her head, the gesture abruptly cut short by his hand touching hers. She lets him place it wherever he needs her to check. It's fine, despite her initial hesitation.] Can you tell me more about what happened?

[He's a mess, sure. But there's no blood. Not even a paper cut. This might be entirely psychosomatic.

She frowns.] Poison? Who would want to poison you? [It's definitely not her. She would never. She has no reason to.] That's just rude. [Another frown, this one much deeper.] I don't think you're crazy. We have stressful jobs. Shit happens.