Without missing a beat, Court sets the moonshine on the cot next to Mud's left hip once he'd tossed himself back. Almost as if this was planned, she procures a glove for her non-injured hand and moves to inspect his incision for signs of infection or the like. "I'm just looking," she narrates what she's doing, especially important when a patient seems as inherently jumpy as this one was.

Coming around to the other side of his cot, she bends down to inspect said surgical site inch by inch before hovering her hand close to his skin to seek out any misplaced heat. "Good news, I think you'll get to keep the leg. Bad news, I think if we turned off the lights your that patch of your thigh would glow-in-the-dark."