"It's a madhouse," he retorted, then grinned. "But you're safe in here."

Bones' face furrowed. "You look a little pale, though. You sure you're well?" Pulling out his scanner, he waved it over her forehead, then frowned. "It's not working."

Shaking it, he made a 'hmpf' noise, and tossed it aside. "Might have to do this the old-fashioned way," he told her, laying a hand on her forehead, pausing as he evaluated the warmth of her skin. "A little warm, but no fever."

One hand moved to her throat, feeling a strong pulse under soft skin. "It's a little fast. You excited 'bout somethin'?"