[ The warmth of her palm against his neck is evidence enough, but he presses the back of his hand against her forehead all the same. Sure, he still has the data in front of him on the screen, but those are just numbers. The old back-of-the-hand test is tried and true, as far as Terran methods go. ]
What the hell, Gamora, you’re burning up.
[ He glances around, spots a chair nearby, and he nods her toward it. ]
Sit down for a sec, okay? We’re heading back. We need to get you checked out.
no subject
[ The warmth of her palm against his neck is evidence enough, but he presses the back of his hand against her forehead all the same. Sure, he still has the data in front of him on the screen, but those are just numbers. The old back-of-the-hand test is tried and true, as far as Terran methods go. ]
What the hell, Gamora, you’re burning up.
[ He glances around, spots a chair nearby, and he nods her toward it. ]
Sit down for a sec, okay? We’re heading back. We need to get you checked out.