Look, some things are just instinctual by now. Formed habits in the war and all that - hard to shake off. It's been a long time since a touch has just been a touch, not means to an end - not a way of running diagnosis on shaken soldiers.

But right now, a touch is just a touch. She's missed it.

"Ah, I don't know about that," she murmurs, ducking her head. "I could point out at least a dozen soldiers braver than me in this room alone, but it was..." She shrugs, trying to not go down the memory lane of the battlefield missions. "Gruesome and necessary."