As soon as she'd done as much as she could with his wounds, it appeared they weren't going to need much bandaging after all and she left his hand where it was on the table. Something he'd said, however, caught her attention and she tilted her head at him.

Wait, your last stint in cryostasis? How many times have you been--?" She wasn't sure the politest way to ask, but she'd heard several different stories since she'd arrived and she was curious about his story. If he'd been and then put back; if his memories remained intact, if they'd changed, if he remembered his world disappearing... there was so much she wanted to know but this didn't seem like the right moment to pepper him with questions.

"For the record, soldier, I don't think any of us are bland and normal. Not anymore." She tips the rest of the bones into another napkin and folds it in half before sliding it in his direction. In case he wants souvenirs.