She seems oddly relaxed as she studies him. "Slow down. We've got a little bit before rounds today." There's a puzzled tilt of the head as she regards him. "And that's a good question. You, it would seem, since you're always winding up in the pit. Ever hear the phrase 'first time coincidence, second time happenstance, third time enemy action'?"

She purses her lips. "Why don't you just tell the head of trauma that's where you want to specialize? If you like getting your hands dirty I'm sure you can be up to your elbows in viscera and GSWs in no time." She can't help it, the corner of her mouth quirks into a smile. She has your number, Stiles.