He checks his watch again and coughs out some words. “I’m afraid that there isn’t a treatment our clinic can do here for your erhm, feminine…condition.”

I gesture at the machines and huff, ”Ughh! — You’re so bad at all this…medical stuff! Y’know, Alexa must’ve been pretty desperate to end up at a place like this.”

“I…would disagree, and would like to prescribe something for your anxiety.” He grins, prescription pad in-hand, “There are many choices and they’re all quite good.”

Riley chimes in, helpful as ever, “And weed is legal now, so…that’s also good too!”