Justice is a process, Jesse, you know that. [A long and clunky process that costs lives at the whim of whoever has the heaviest wallet. She doesn't mention that. She'd still rather he not try to deal with it alone.]

As for your arm, if you won't tell me what you've done to it to need an entirely new replacement, I will respect that. I will not like it, but I will respect it. As your doctor and friend, I will not retract my demand that you come to me to have it looked at properly.

[A small pause, a head tilt. Considering.]

Or would you rather I come to you?