He raises an eyebrow at her, but there's a mischievous grin on his face that utterly ruins any sort of sternness he might be aiming for. Call it a reaction of the two extremes of then and now, call it whatever you like, but there's something daring behind his bright blue eyes.

Lest she think he has no reflexes at all, he'd remind her that he is a combat surgeon, and while he doesn't fight as a rule, he often has to contain those that do.

He ducks forward suddenly, hoisting her over his shoulder in a traditional fireman's carry.
"I think I can find somewhere more interesting than the linen closet." He informs her, cheerfully bright.