Erich, up in the medbay, was having a wonderful conundrum; either he could relax and rest, under the care of the new doctor, or he could use the ship's comm system to order someone to bring his datapad and personal comlink to the medical bay so he could look at the official debrief, the damage reports, and, most importantly, feel like he was doing ~something~, even if it was simply to drive the new doctor utterly insane trying to keep him resting as the antitoxins flushed through his bloodstream. Eventually, his exhaustion, aches, pains, and the discomfort of the stitches, intravenous medications, and such overruled his tendencies to be a workaholic, letting the big warrior relax in the medical bed.<br/><br/>Smiling slightly, he looked over at Kara. "So, Doc; why don't you tell me, in your own words, why you fell into this lot of misfits, misanthropes, and madmen, while I pretend to listen because of exhaustion?"