"Morning Doc." Tam murmured noncommittally as much as 'subordinate' might have rankled under the somewhat rough and ready rank structure of a freelance organization, she didn't exactly care enough to make an issue of it. Also, it was never a good idea to antagonize the person in charge of keeping you alive... For that matter, it was probably a bad idea to antagonize the person in charge of fitting your armor, but she wasn't the type to abuse that power... until it was funny anyway.

Operating on a hunch, she hazarded a question. "Hey doc," she asked as he headed for the door, "Notice anything odd about your gear? Like, was any of it not actually on you before the crash?"