Rorke liked you, that much was obvious. He did a pretty shit job of hiding how much he favoured the Ghost team's medic. You barely talked to other members because of how much Rorke occupied your time, not that you minded the extra attention.

He'd call you to his office or pop in the med bay for small injuries constantly. So here you were, chatting in his office after "treating" the smallest cut in the world.

Rorke paused mid conversation, staring at you intently before giving a small chuckle. "You know, doll, my excuses for getting you in here just keep getting worse. I'm shocked you don't turn me away at the door."