Honestly it would probably amuse her more than anything, he'd been right that there wouldn't be a way off the ship for him besides the incinerator. But it would be a few days of near-constant contact before any sort of bond was at a strong enough level for her to actually be able to read his thoughts so easily, without any effort, and even then it would depend on how hard he was trying to keep them from her.

She was quick enough in shrugging back into a robe and settling her mask into place before cocking her head towards the door, "Let's go." Medical was almost directly below her quarters, though three levels lower, which meant that the elevator trip was almost longer than the walk.