"G'head and rest up Casey. I'll check in with you in the morn'n, awright? Sleep well." He stopped scanning Rose's arm long enough to look back over to him. The kid had been through more than enough tonight and, like he's said, they could get everything sorted in the morning. For him? He wasn't about to get to sleep for awhile, may as well have the coffee that he'd put to brew and analyze the data from Rose. "It's a medical tricorder. A scanner. Somth'n that tells me what's wrong with a body and how t'fix it. Normally. Most any kinda humanoid I can work with but you're somth'n new."

He flipped down the Tricorder and pulled a pack of gauze and antiseptic cream from his medkit, smoothing the ointment over Rose's cut and binding the injury tight to prevent the loss of more glitter. blood. Thing. It was the best he could do until he understood what she was better.

Hands on his work and mind bent to the task he didn't spare a thought to Wash's comment, aside from the dryest drawl offered in reply. "Son, talk to me when your training wheels are off. You couldn't handle a ride on the Real McCoy."

For emphasis he lifted a hand from where he was wrapping up Rose's arm to snap.