One hand rises, makes a so-so gesture. "Bit like the seasonal flu's coming on, but I haven't gotten sick since I was a kid." And it's getting markedly better every step she takes, in fact, as if somehow Shaw herself is the tylenol to all his troubles this morning.

Maybe she is. A perk of being one of the ship's medics? Or something else? "It's getting better though. Are you running a temperature?" Angeal will immediately stop if there's a protest but it's almost automatic to reach just a little bit further to test her forehead the way his parents did to him countless times throughout his life. "I know where Vincent keeps all the fever reducers."