[He catches that quiet remark, re-orients on it almost immediately. It gives him something to think about that isn't... everything else. Maybe it's something he can solve or fix or help somehow, and that is by far the lesser of two evils.]

What happened on your mission?

[And then he grimaces, half-jerks his leg out of her hands at a sudden unfamiliar twinge.]

Look, I'm not going to lecture you. I know what it's like to lose your temper, trust me. But Kyle's a friend of mine and I think he'd appreciate an apology and what is going to happen to the plate she fused to the bone? That's going to need to get pulled out, right?