You would not believe the medicine we've got.

[She doesn't believe it, sometimes. Wonder what he'd think of it to stand in the ward at Huerta and look out over the Presidium.]

Look, I have been burned, shot, stabbed, electrocuted, crushed, drowned, dropped from heights, torn limb from limb, died, and nobody ever put up this much fuss. I said I'll be fine, and I will; it's my wound, and I'll do what I want with it.

Let it go.