No, I mean, you can't tell her why you carried me home. Or that you did, I guess, because she'll ask questions. You -

[He waves his hands in the air, frustrated, because defining these things to a robot that is not programmed to lie even on behalf of its patients seems fruitless. Finally he struggles back into a sitting position, the heel of his palm pressed to his temple trying to ward off an oncoming headache.]

You can't tell her anything, okay? In fact, I'd rather we not see her tonight at all.

[He has to figure out what to do about this black eye so she won't see it, first.]