She's about to cross her arms in front of her, then thinks better of it. This doctor's hard to crack, but then, a lot of them are. Maybe she can bargain. "I'll give you three hours."
But there's another woman in the infirmary now, and that voice is kinda familiar. Mia studies her and wonders if she's in charge somehow. "Technically, medicine says I should, but I've never been one to follow the rules."
"She has a mild concussion, and I just reset a dislocated shoulder. I want her to stay for twenty-four hourse for observation."
Which is Carson-speak for, This place is armed to the gills, if the cadre of Marines milling about is something to go by. Also, it implies it's possibly safer to have her here for the night, unless Elizabeth wants to move her to a room, instead.
Elizabeth nods, slightly, acknowledging what Carson's pointing out about the Marines and wondering to herself if that was going to be enough. What it was that they should know, that, because of Sheppard's hastiness and damsel in distress complex, they didn't.
"All right," Elizabeth sighed. "In that case, I'd like to ask the young lady a few questions, if I may."
"If I answer, can I go when I want?"
Carson ignores Mia's question so he can answer Elizabeth's. "Aye, ye'kin ask away. She might be a bit addled in the brain, but she's lucid enough."
And he takes the opportunity to go check up on his other patient for a while, leaving the girls alone to chat. And really, the answer to Mia's question can only be given by Elizabeth, anyway.
Elizabeth nods her thanks to Carson, then turns to the strange woman in their infirmary.
"Let's start with how you came to this city," she said, pulling up a chair and adopting what she hoped was a calm and reasonable tone, revealing nothing of her irritation with Sheppard. "I know Colonel Sheppard brought you in, but what happened in the hours before that?"
While Mia doesn't want to stay, she's at least sitting down on one of the beds now. Because painkillers equal slightly woozy fun.
Oh boy. That's a fun question. "I had some people after me," she says carefully. "Then we get shot at out of nowhere by your Colonel Sheppard, damaging my speeder and forcing me to jump. The team took care of the rest of the people after me, and we came back here."
She's pretty sure this woman's smart enough to realize Mia just left out a whole lot of details. But better to be vague til she knows exactly what's going on here.
"Why were they after you?"
Although there's obviously a lot of information that Weir would like that this woman's leaving out, she can appreciate that the stranger, too, might feel the need to keep secrets. Sort of.
On the other hand the safety of her city may be in question, as well. There's only so much tolerance Weir has, and Sheppard's used up most of it for the day.
She shakes her head, as well as she can without making everything spin.
"No, how this is gonna work is for every question I answer, I get to ask one. Now from what I've observed -- and experienced -- you guys use military officers," here she glances at the soldiers visible in the infirmary, "as explorers. Cause that makes so much sense. And your 'exploration' operation is based on using technology and a city that isn't even yours. And you use your 'star gate' to go to other people's planets, interfere in other people's lives, shoot at other people, get them injured, and then, you bring them back here and take their things and call them a security risk and detain them, when it's your fault they're here in the first place."
"If you guys are so worried about me being a security risk, why the hell bring me here? I've never heard of explorers having security risks, either. And from what I've seen, what you're doing isn't exploring, it's interfering, and you don't have the right. Did I leave anything out? Oh, and I wanna know where we are. Cause your head doctor hasn't even heard of bacta, which tells me I'm pretty kriffing far from where I was."
That felt really good to get off her chest and she softens just a little. "I don't wanna cause you guys trouble. I just wanna know where I am and when I can go home."
Weir stands, face getting slowly more stony, patience getting slowly more eroded. Well. At least there was one question she could answer in all of that. And she would not snap at this woman for dictating terms to her. Would. Not.
Sometimes it was a pain in the ass being the diplomat.
And she was going to kill Sheppard. Or find a keel to haul him under.
"Bringing you here was neither Sheppard's order nor within his mandate. Getting involved in outside conflicts is also not within our mandate. As for why the military is involved, that's because the military began this operation in the first place." And the less said about that, for now, the better.
... Bacta. Where had she heard that word before.
"Now, let's go back to what you were doing before you and Sheppard's team crossed paths."
That's one of the reasons Mia's never the diplomat.
She sighs a little at the answer. So bringing her here had been a mistake. Great.
"I was evading the men who were after me." Yes, she's being purposely vague, but in order to not get herself thrown in the brig or injected with painkillers to knock her out, she adds, "You don't wanna know why. It's complicated."
"I may not want to know why, but I do need to know why." She won't budge on that point. "Lieutenant-Colonel Sheppard and I share responsibility for the safety of everyone in this city, and I'm afraid I can't take your word, even if you'd give it, that the reason they were chasing you, those people, won't jeopardize that safety."
Which is, she hopes, a good enough reason to get this woman to talk.
It is enough, because Mia understands needing to keep people safe, so she takes another step of faith and puts a little more trust in these people. Also, the painkillers, as mild as they were, can loosen her tongue a little if she's not careful.
"You don't need to worry about them, as far as backup goes or someone looking for them. Security risk wise, they're low to mid-level bounty hunters. I'd keep them in the brig as long as they're here, if I were you, and I'd appreciate being kept as far away from them as possible, and not being put back on the planet you found us at the same time. You'll probably wanna stun them again for that too."
Elizabeth nods; that's better than what she had before, at any rate. Although one person's definition of low to mid-level bounty hunters... never mind. Mia had been neither overly impressed nor overly horrified or disdainful of their technology, which meant that the scale probably wasn't all that different.
"We'd planned on that, but thank you for confirming our suspicions. The city's big enough that you and them should have no trouble avoiding each other." Slight smile. "Especially if they stay in the brig."
Which she expects them to, but no reason to give that away either.