"I'll ask the patients and see if any of them ate any of Zetta's bulk food or if it all comes from personal stashes, maybe save you some time." He matches her dirty look. "Already wrote it down. Would I have brought it up if I didn't think it might be good to know?"

He tucks his clipboard under his arm and his pen up his sleeve. "Later, Maw," he says lightly. Her genuine thanks seems to have disarmed him of hostility, if just for the moment.