'I'm fine'. It was mostly true - most of the damage was tucked away where McCoy's future voodoo stuff couldn't get at it, and Shego was not going to let the crazy shrink woman poke around in her head without some serious due cause. At least she was coming off the self-inflicted sickness of five days' starvation, although she still couldn't sleep and it was starting to show.

Infirmary seemed quiet when she poked her head round the door. Not much of a surprise - the death toll never seemed to last beyond a week, and she doubted anyone on staff would have much sympathy for stragglers. She tapped on the doorframe.

"Hey. Doc, you home?"