He's quick to ascribe any sluggishness to whatever drugs they put in her system— ideally, he'd test her blood to figure out just what they gave her, but considering her mental state and how she might react to having blood drawn, and since she's not showing any symptoms of dangerous side effects, he'll let it be and just wait until they wear off.

The hard part, he realizes, might be convincing her to stay still until they do. But he'll try anyway, ultimately leaving the decision to her.

"Generally speaking, you're alright," he speaks as he picks up the small handheld scanner. "You're a little weak but I think you just need some rest and food. I'll scan you for any broken bones or internal damage, just in case, otherwise I advise you to lie down until the drugs wear off, at the very least."

He pauses, his eyes falling to her throat. "I can also give you something for the... bruises. If you want."