( All right, so that's a first— that mention of a "sim". She feels him shifting along her back as he sits up and his legs swing around to drop off the mattress beside her, going to stand where she remains sitting and tests her ankle. The nanites seem to have taken care of it while they rested, so it must have been a couple of hours at least. )

You think this is a simulation?

( It's hard not to smile when he stretches and his knuckles bump into the ceiling, arms bending, but he can stretch those down behind his back. The important thing was the spacing between the vertebrae as he lengths his back and lets the long muscles reaching down his spine do the hard job, there.

What she doesn't miss is the sound his stomach makes, which has her producing a chocolate caloriemate package. It isn't "coffee and donuts", but it was... well, a shoddy form of sweet. )

Coffee would be amazing. That is usually my vice. Doctor and all. Though I also have a weakness for sipping chocolate. And apple pastries. Anything with cream. What are your favorite donuts?

( She will put her things away if he isn't interested; maybe they will be able to find something to eat or drink, but she isn't so sure. She stands as well to stretch, fingertips in no danger of reaching the ceiling, and she seems to test her weight on her ankle before deciding it is well and truly healed. Good. )