He's not fine and she knows it. She won't tell him straight away like that, but her concern is mounting. Folding her tricorder up, she decides the best course of action will be to call sickbay. Even if it's no longer her sickbay.

"We need to get you to sickbay," she tells him in as calm a voice as she can manage while still sounding as though she won't take no for an answer. "My name is Beverly, not Anna." That much she can say.

The cat looks just as good as he does. That is to say not at all. She sighs to herself and then calls to sickbay with a medical emergency. Hopefully they can get a team down to help him very shortly. And with as little fuss as to her identity as possible.