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[He shakes his head. He's tired - damnably tired - but with his arm already feeling a bit better with the bandage on it, the guilt from having sat idle for so long starts to set in. So he rubs at the side of his face (hating the feeling of stubble there - a week, and even he had started to grow a fairly respectable beard, and he quite despised that fact - he probably smells quite foul as well, and Kirk is right, he's in no fit state) and starts pulling on his shirt and says:]

I can still help. I've been up this long. No harm in being up a bit longer.