You're sitting in the white chair in her lab again. Usually only the test subjects are allowed to sit there, but you are an exception. You're sitting there because she's healing your wounds. Moira... Who would have thought that she would find time to take her mind off her experiments and researches to treat you. It's not a frequent occurrence, usually she'll shoo you away with the phrase 'I'm working'.

"You do realize that earning these gashes is not a skill, right?" She said, sitting on one knee in front of you, a note of reproach in her voice as she tends to your wounds. As always, she is skeptical about the way you return from missions. Not because she cares too much but because she finds you running around the battlefield like a headless chicken - silly, maybe a little stupid even.