Hawkeye is silent for a moment, glancing back down at her chart before hanging it back on the end of the bed.

"Seems to be," he agrees easily, apparently satisfied with her honest confusion "You just got some people a little freaked out with your good luck is all. Guess the damage wasn't as bad as we thought."

That, or something is really off here. It's unsettling him, too - the damage was less than he would have expected, but he still wouldn't expect her to be this good, this quickly - but he's controlling it better than the nurse.