She shakes her head. Usually, she'd be flattered--doctors help people, and that's what she wants to do above all else. But she's not a doctor, just a young woman who happens to excel at healing, among other things.

"No. Just Mira." She keeps her hand on his armor, gives it a light squeeze with every reply she gives him. He hasn't shaken her off, and that's a good sign. "What is your name?"