sidero

You mean?

I'm sure you've noticed the Doctor hasn't been doing very well. Hardly ever getting enough sleep, and I've never seen anyone with worse eating habits. There's probably at least a tiny bit of chronic condition at work.

Rather than trying to improve your combat techniques, wouldn't you agree it's a much better idea to try to help the Doctor get better and healthier?

I...

You should really think about what I just said. Good night, Sideroca.

Good night... Instructor...

(Whispers) Are all you Columbians always so... calculating?

(Whispers) It's called being smart.

(Whispers) Don't just stand there. Let's go!

(Whispers) I-Is that really going to work?

(Whispers) At the very least, she's thinking about it. Let's get going!

(Whispers) If she starts talking about training again, we aren't going to get any sleep tonight!

She's right.

I...

I thought the Doctor needed just a bodyguard...

But I got it all wrong.

I thought all a bodyguard had to do was protect her employer.

There is so much more that I can do, but the idea never even crossed my mind.

Oh...

Is that what the president meant?

I may not be very demanding with what I eat, but eating better will improve my quality of life.

The president's coming all the way here to Rhodes Island, and I invited her to a meal at the cafeteria.

I really shouldn't have.

The Doctor probably thinks so too.

The Doctor's just too shy to talk to me about it.

I've made up my mind.

I will save the Doctor.