Chekov immediately lowers his eyes back down to his report. Maybe the girl doesn't want anyone to look at her rodent? That's fine, he can mind his own business.

"I'd like to know your name, for instance. And your mouse's name, too." Chapel picks her datapad back up and takes a seat in a low stool by the girl's biobed. "Would you be more comfortable if I had Mr. Chekov leave?"

Mr. Chekov is a little put out by this offer, but Chapel knows best.