[Yes, Dorian is in the Medbay with a look a about him that is somewhere between dour and disagreeable. He's peppered with ichor, his hands are bandaged, and his face is turned, very deliberately, toward the wall.

In spite of that he is still highly aware of it when other's approach him, craning his neck just enough to see who it is.]

Oh no, no [somehow he still pulled off sassy and playful even though he seemed down in the doldrums] you have to turn right around and march back from whence you came, you're not allowed to see me like this. That's the ground rules.

[Did they have ground rules?]