( Still, as a serial grump himself, McCoy finds he appreciates her efforts. 'Feisty and alert' will always win over 'slack and unresponsive', in trauma medicine. )

If you're a damsel, ( he drawls, intending on looping back around to her question, ) then I'm a ballerina. What I ain't, however, is an idiot.

Damsels don't throw themselves into fights outside their weight class and then just walk away. ( There's a knowing glint in his eye. So it was more like a stiff limp, whatever, the point is: ) Seems obvious to me you're made of sterner stuff.