[ That tipping, Gaelio lowering his head an inch. Reflexively, McGillis turns his head to check on the development, catching him face-to-face in the moment that he rights himself.

An easy smile, and easy enough to face forward again in order to guide them through the hall, but not so easy to discount red, glowing cheeks.

He blinks to himself, a shutter of a picture overriding it -- white, jagged lines disrupting the image, slashing through it -- a slight catch in his step, also righted reflexively. The tone of voice with which Gaelio counters him, heard close to his ear, sits in the pit of his stomach. A slight clearing in his throat, followed by a noncommittal hum. Both in response to his ability to hide and Gaelio's discounting the effort, discounting the thoughts of others.

He doesn't particularly care either, of course. If a head or two turns at the sight of them in the hall, he ignores it with practiced composure.

The door to the medical station slides open. ]

If I don't look after my bodyguard, how can I expect to remain properly guarded?

[ Breezing past the question smoothly.

A little distance inherent in it, in the removed quality of his voice. He floats above the picture in his mind and settles on bright flare of Gaelio's features after settling him down on an examining table.

Another easy smile, keeping a hand steady on the back of his shoulders and lingering close. ]

Can you lie back? I'll go look for someone.

[ Though he's not keen on leaving him alone, it's empty in here today... ]