[Now that he's at least somewhat cleaned off, he presses the other towel to his forearm. He's dealt with worse, but there's no need to tell her that. Being on the wrong side of a knife had been the least of his worries at the time.
Nodding,] Yeah. I'll be fine, ma'am, but I'll run by the medbay.
[He's a little more worried about the bruising that might turn up around his throat in a day or so.]
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Nodding,] Yeah. I'll be fine, ma'am, but I'll run by the medbay.
[He's a little more worried about the bruising that might turn up around his throat in a day or so.]