"Is that an order?" Shepard teases. She smiles through the pain while having a seat, as instructed. She keeps her shirt lifted and leans to one side—better to allow Clara access to the wound.

The movement triggers a pain at the source, and Elle can't even force another smile at Clara's confession. Despite wanting to. "You and I have that in common."

Deep breaths. She nods her head with swift movement as she prepares herself for what's to come.

"Something from the explosion must've made its way in there." She says this like it's just another day at the office.