The equivalent, [she says, offering it after a pause. She bumps her elbow into his, as trying to understand the ways of this world is like trying to understand ... a foreign language, she supposes. There weren't a lot of points where people needed those on the Ark. Previous identities largely went to hell for what remained of humanity.

So, her point, the elbow bump—what follows is a shake of her head. Wrong terminology. She knows about college and the like, but it was a distant thing. PhDs and doctors were what made it up into space, but those credentials stopped mattering. It's similar here, in a weird way.]

I have a job, and I'm using it to pay for some courses. Medical training. I hate not knowing what I'm talking about when people come in.

[Unspoken: I can't help enough people.

Also: Doctor Strange made her feel stupid.]