No, that was mostly it. But she shouldn't feel bad, he gave everyone the same sort of tongue lashing if he liked them or not, his ire may or may not have been part of his charm.

"Well, since I'm sure you already know my opinion about going out after dark. You're more than welcome to keep mum whether you were looking for trouble or just defending yourself... and since I don't think you're writing that book yet, I can only guess." He began to bandage the wound properly once it was clean. He'd give her a salve later but right now it needed to breath a bit to heal properly.

"I'd also tell you that'll you'll get hell if I catch you here again under similar circumstances. Not to say it's fine that you go off and get yourself mauled again then try to avoid me." McCoy crossed the room again, opening the smalls supply closet for a pack of acetaminophen, filling a plastic cup with water to bring both to her as he crossed around to the front.

His eyes flicked over her face, glancing over the healing cuts. "What happened there?"