[She knows, but her humour's not that gallows. For now, at least.]

Sit; I think we're gonna be talking for a while; I'm starved for it.

[Social butterfly in medical isolation. Rip Eva who just wants to get back to normal. That said, there's a nod and an understanding smile. She can guess what's brought this: something happened during the shitshow of a mission and it needs to be addressed.]

Like a disability you mean? I'm already going to bold keeping them on you, but this just makes it more important, especially during the missions.