"Well, of course. I'm a fucking miracle worker." She winks. "Anyway, I'll do another checkup in three months, but if anything feels weird between now and then,"

"You do not play stoic combat esper and tough it out, and you send my secretary an e-mail."

"Yes'm!" 

"Good! Glad we understand each other. All right, thank you for your time, and have a nice day."

And off she goes. She's got shit to do.

Bet has shit to do too. Shit like glaring out the window, contemplating her life, being careful not to overtax her broken body, and other un-Pendragon-like activities. 

Best get used to that sort of thing. She's going to be doing a lot of it from now on.