Oddly enough, she might find some interesting stories if she used that as a conversational gambit. The Moira had quite the collection.

As she talked, he reached for the control panel and began to run the diagnostic function built into the bed. She spoke of an accident, which made him expect to find evidence of traumatic injury but the scan wasn't turning up near the amount of healed damage he'd expected to find.

Frowning pensively he adjusted the expanse of the scan, the results coming back to him causing his frown to deepen.

"Excuse me for having to ask but ... were you, pregnant?"