"There isn't anything in me," Sherry replied defensively, and mentally railed at herself for backing into a corner. Could she escape Roxie? Probably. If she could get past her and her weird stethoscope. She would run for the precinct, and since Roxie had the approximate speed of a turtle anyway, Sherry would easily get away. "And if there was, then someone would've said something already." Of course they would have, it hadn't crossed her mind that someone would keep something as important as information about her health away from her.

Well, there had been that situation in Raccoon City, where she'd gotten ill, but that had no bearing here, and she'd been given a shot that made her almost immediately better. Besides, that had been weeks ago. If anything was still wrong, someone would've pulled her aside. "You just keep you stethoscope to yourself, Roxie. I'm not going to play 'Doctor' with you."