"...Swim team." Quentin levels at Joan, finally eyeing her warily. The fuck does that matter? Gabe has real concerns, and about real medicine, he can honestly say: "A little bit of both. The flora and fauna are different here than anywhere else. Some of the bullshit actually works...some of it is just bullshit. But Dr. House at the clinic is a real doctor--a modern doctor. He's always working on bringing the real thing here.

"If you need first aid, you can go there, or you can find me at the apothecary. Or call me. I've got a little experience. Like now--" Facing ahead, he nods towards a small building with moderate traffic and open doors: the clinic. "--I'll get your bite cleaned up, Joan. You can meet the staff, but I've already got you."