"I don't see to shirk.
I enjoy my work." Really, if she didn't, she wouldn't have wound up as the Doctor to begin with -- she'd still be pulling her fortune-telling stunt.

Zecora paced over to a cabinet, from which she pulled several vials in her teeth, suitable for saving the rest of her potion. She set them into a small rack besides the cauldron.

"Would you like one to take
In case it keeps you awake?"