Thane stares. He's not in the mood to argue, which isn't to say he's not considering shooting her in the head and starting over with someone meeker. Fuck. If she needs a surgeon that badly, he can find one of them. Give them light, give them tools, give them a gun to their head, they'll work here just as well as in a hospital. He's confident in that.

"Who said you were making demands?" he asks. "There's no shortage of medics in the city. Why are you so quick to bank on the fact that I need you?"