Rogue had just laughed at Todd's question, promising to explain it to him later.

She rolled her eyes at Beckett's prognosis. "Rats," she muttered comically, and would have added a snap of her fingers if her hands hadn't been gloved. "Guess I'll have to find some other way to amuse myself."

Beckett gave her a smile as he handed her the regular dose of pain medication. "And how did you sleep last night?"

She gave a one-shouldered shrug. "Whatever you gave me did the trick, I got a full eight hours. Just feeling a little groggy from it."

"That's nothing unusual," the physician assured her. "But do let me know if it doesn't pass in a few hours."