She narrows her eyes, entirely unsure of his actual level of okayness, but she's not going to argue with him. Not now.

The abrupt change of subject startles her enough that she actually laughs, soft and fond, and it's not hard to figure out what he means. "Did you blow it up, or just steal it? If you remember where it came from, I can probably track down the owner."

They hit a stoplight, and she takes the opportunity to turn and look at him properly, reaching out a hand to take his lightly. "My place or yours? And do you want to grab some food that didn't come from a hospital cafeteria on the way?"