When the doctor comes over to him, there's a moment when Jack's not able to mask his curiosity. Call it professional interest. Call it plain nosiness. Call it whatever the hell you want, the variety of life out there fascinates him. And this is a variety he's not familiar with. Large, pointed ears, vividly red hair, skin that shimmers in the sickbay light. He can't place her.

Not that any of that is a reason not to trust her.

But he doesn't trust easily with medical treatment. Too many bad things in his past, too many unknowns. But he doesn't actually feel like dying today, so he'll have to play nice with Trance the doctor.

"I tend to go for 'medbay', myself," he agrees.

Personally, he'd like to see them try to quarantine him if he didn't want to be quarantined, but ... he's not going to make things difficult for himself.

That doesn't mean he has to enjoy it.

"I'm not sick. There's nothing wrong with me." Which is ... mostly true. Whatever happened to make him as he is, he's been the same for a very long time, and it's not contagious.