Her cheeks are flushed, and it has nothing to do with the temperature of the room. She's focused on that smug look on Doc's face, her eyes two burning embers. She'd pinch him, if she weren't such a proper lady and all.

"You two don't play fair. Ain't very nice, teasing a lady," she mumbles, turning to face her breakfast as she yanks off her gloves and tucks them into her coat.

Her face is still rather thin, and it will be nothing short of a miracle if she eats all that food, but she's at least not averse to trying.

"You aren't gonna be doing them any service if you keel over while you're out there working, or give yourself a fever," she persists, but her eyes are soft when she turns to look at him again. Her voice is quiet.

"But I'd wager that ain't your only purpose."