She knows he's joking; Reggie's seen the end stages of Black Fever, and he probably hasn't had enough time for an infection or blood clot or general malaise to kill him. Still, she has an eye on the nearest actual doctor and adrenaline shot, should either be suddenly necessary, until he speaks again.

"'Course you were, it was a Friday." She slides down to crouch on the floor next to Ares' cot, coiled tight like a spring in case someone needs her help across the room. "How was the fort? Did you get worms? Fall in love?"