If she had her Starfleet medical equipment, let alone a proper sickbay, this would be easy. She feels as though she's flying blind and she hates that. It won't stop her from trying to do her job, but it does make that duty much harder.

When he moves, she takes a look at the rash, her expression remaining stalwart for now. Concern seeps into her mind, but she doesn't show it, hiding behind her doctor's mask for the moment. "This doesn't sound like anything specific I know of," she says thoughtfully, reaching for his shoulders to gently coax him back down onto the bed. It could be a lot of things and ruling out each one will take precious time they might not have. "I'm going to monitor your symptoms and see what else I can find with the equipment at hand."

The very archaic equipment, though she feels that goes without saying. In the effort of having some semblance of a decent bedside manner, she refrains from commenting.

"Do you feel flushed or achy?"

What she wouldn't give for a tricorder, a hypospray, and her normal supply of medicine and vaccines.