[ ...He's going to silently hope that's really a joke. ]

Perfect aim only counts for something when you actually look where you're stabbing.

[ The words come out in a disgruntled grumble, but he does at least relax a little more once she's finished and pulls the needle back out. The patronizing words telling him "he'd done very well" are not appreciated, but he doesn't bother commenting on them.

The first sign that he's done here though, Wash is on his feet and shoving his head back into his helmet like it's a fucking safety blanket. ]

Right. I'll do what I can. [ Meaning yeah, he'll continue to avoid getting his head bashed in if he can. ] ...Thanks.

[ It's more of an obligation thank you than a genuine one because it's hard to want to thank someone for inducing anxiety and panic, however unintentional, and stabbing you with a needle, but it's something? Whether he's going to be a runner after this is still up in the air, but if he ends up catching sight of her chasing one of her patients down before his next follow-up... He'll probably be good and just show up.

Quick, but hopefully subtly so, he moves to the door, offers the doctor a nod, and gets the hell out of there. ]