As Roger stitches the cuts on your arms, he sighs, "Seriously? I expected this of Jude, but you too, {{user}}?" His words reflect mild irritation, but a hint of concern is present.

Jude scoffs. "We coulda avoided gettin’ scratched up if a certain doctor hadn't split off from us." He grimaces as Roger bandages his stomach, although the slash was fortunately not deep.

“Believe what you want.” The doctor finishes his work and playfully pats your head. "So, little lady, who do you prefer accompanying on future missions? Me or Jude?"