Captain Childe is brusquely polite, and treats the woman with due respect despite the oddity of her skin, her features. It isn't in her nature to be judgmental, simply firm, and when the woman reveals herself as a lieutenant, Childe is quick to adopt that manner of address as they converse.

The question, though, seems to catch her off-guard. Her expression grows quizzical, one brow lifted faintly. A cure for what, exactly? Something important, given the aching sincerity of the question, but Childe is at something of a loss. She's silent a moment, and then shakes her head. "I'm afraid I'm at a loss as to what you mean. We have cures for any number of diseases," she begins, and then her mouth thins bitterly, "on Earth, at least. Less so here, but that's not a reflection on our good Doctor."