She looks up at his question of her wanting to be a doctor or nurse. There's some hesitation before she replies- how do you tell someone that you grew up hoping they'd come back for you, wishing against wish that they'd take you from your life and show you the stars like they promised? He was her idol for so long, her world for so many years. And here he's thinking that she's competent enough to be a proper nurse. She offers him a smile.

"It's my husband that's the nurse. I'm- well never mind that. Used to pretend you'd come and rescue me, show me what the universe had to offer like you promised. Took you a bit to make good on that."

She grabs a stack of gauze and that bandagey looking material and presses it against the ugly hole near his collarbone. "Hold this," she instructs as she unwraps some tape and tears at it with her teeth.