"That's the plan," Codi chirps, clapping Jack on the shoulder to spin him around. She passes their mostly-competently-bandaged patient a thumbs-up behind his back for his cooperation. "I'll pick them out - triage is important, you know? Here's one--"

She is, of course, intentionally isolating people that look like they won't die if Jack fumbles his way through whatever patch job he settles on. But it's the thought that counts.