[That's more of a clink than he likes, but beggars can't be choosers, eh?
He rolls his shoulders experimentally, trying to test the limits of his altered flesh. It doesn't hurt. It feels stiff, more than anything; something he'd have written off as exhaustion, the aftermath of battle and exertion.]
You sure you wouldn't be better in sick bay!
[Look, he's entitled to a little bit of fretting.]
no subject
He rolls his shoulders experimentally, trying to test the limits of his altered flesh. It doesn't hurt. It feels stiff, more than anything; something he'd have written off as exhaustion, the aftermath of battle and exertion.]
You sure you wouldn't be better in sick bay!
[Look, he's entitled to a little bit of fretting.]