Sheppard gives Mia a smile that's half self-deprecatory, half feigned-innocence.
"I have to go talk to Elizabeth, now," he says, pointing over his shoulder.
And he beats a hasty retreat.
We're sure he'll bump into Elizabeth and/or Inara sometime in the very, very near future.
Carson shoots a bemused smile at the retreating Lt.-Colonel, and then reaches out to probe Mia's shoulder gently.
"Aye, I think ye may be right, lass. Come over here and let's get the rest of ye checked out," he affirms, and ushers her further into the infirmary.
She grimaces as he probes her shoulder. "Lass?"
Mia still has a lot of questions, but they can wait until after her shoulder's popped back into place. She follows him into the infirmary. She may also be looking around for that bounty hunter he said he was just treating, because she doesn't trust any of that group in the least.
The only indication as to the bounty hunter's location would be a small knot of Marines standing guard over an area of the infirmary which is, in essence, behind closed doors.
Carson, in the meantime, gestures to Mia that she should hop up onto the bed so he can scan her with the Ancient Scanner.
"Just a general word used in reference to females," he answers. "Up ye get now, love, and we'll see how much more, if any, is damaged."
As long as he's under guard, she can relax a little.
This guy seems nice, at least, and that's good, considering she's placing her health and safety in his hands. She carefully gets up on the bed, still a little wary. It's then she realizes what seems to be missing. There's no sight -- and especially no distinct smell -- of bacta that's so common in every medical facility in the galaxy. "Where are your bacta tanks? Are they in another room?"
Beckett helps Mia to lay down on the bed, then moves to the console to start the scan.
"Try not to move now," he coaches, as the machine begins its procedure. "And I wouldn't know, since I have no idea what a bacta tank is," he adds, the corner of his mouth quirking up into half of an apologetic grin.
"Uh, what will this tell you about me?" Mia's a little nervous about them doing a full scan of her, though she stays still since she's not sure what might've happened to her head and it's good to know sooner rather than later. She hasn't seen a bioscanner like this before either. Must be more of their technology from those Ancients Sheppard had talked about. More and more about this is unsettling her.
"That's not even funny. You're the head doctor here, right? A city this big, you have to have bacta tanks."
"I'm sorry lass," Beckett replied with a shake of his head. "But I honestly have no idea what you're talking about. I take it bacta is something to do with doctors, where yer from, then?"
That's when the scanner completes its thing and Carson's back at the console deciphering data.
She blinks a little, with a large frown. Something's definitely not right here. Everyone's heard of bacta. Everyone and their pet, even. At least, in her galaxy.
Except... they couldn't have traveled that far. There's no way. The trip took seconds.
"Yeah, bacta heals pretty much anything. Where are you guys from again?"
Now Carson doe smile fully at her. "I'm sorry, love. But I'm not allowed t'answer any questions. I'm merely here to assess yer health and treat yer injuries."
Another glance at his data. "And that assessment says ye've got a minor concussion and a dislocated shoulder. Easy enough t'treat." He grins and helps her sit back up again so he can reset her shoulder.
She mutters a good-natured curse under her breath. It'd been worth a shot.
Mia grunts a little again, favoring her shoulder even more than before. "Just get it over with. I've had my shoulder reset before."
"Alright then," he says with a nod. It doesn't take him long to do it, and wave a nurse over with a shot of mild pain killers. "You aren't allergic t'anything, I hope?" he asks, refraining from pumping her full of said painkillers until he finds out.
Mia cries out sharply in pain as he resets it, then there's a look of relief on her face as she breathes heavily. She shakes her head. "No. Nothing."
"Good," he says, beaming. Then he bares her arm, swabs it, and injects her with the pain killers.
Between Carson and the nurse, they help Mia over to an actual bed. Another nurse comes over with proper infirmary attire for Mia.
"I'll give ye a moment of privacy so ye can change. I'm keepin' ye here for twenty-four hours observation to monitor that concussion."
And to keep her in an already secured area.
Her eyebrows raise high. "24 hours? Oh hell no." At least their infirmary wear looks... wearable. But no.
"I have responsibilities to get back to. I realize you guys want to 'talk' to me and figure out if I'm a security risk, but for 24 hours? No. That's imprisonment. You try and keep me here for that long and I will become a security risk."
She isn't making any overt threatening actions, and there's the dose of painkillers and the mild injuries to consider, but... really not the best thing to say. Feel free to facepalm, anyone.