He immediately called for someone to come clean up his med bay the moment she trekked off to the shower. Goddamnit, it looked a disgrace.

But, by the time she exited the shower and hopped onto the biobed, it was almost back to it's pristine condition. He was ready and waiting, tricorder in hand. His eyes scanned over her, mentally making note of all of the scratches and bruising he saw.

"So how in the hell did you end up trekking half of a damned tree through my med bay?" he asked, raising the tricorder to scan her.