Erich chuckled slightly at the doc's introduction, watching her collect what she needed. The painkillers were doing a wonderful job of helping him relax, allowing him to avoid swearing when the shrapnel seemed to shift, poking him in a new and uncomfortable manner. "I'm fine enough to watch. Shrapnel's bad enough, but it went through the cooling vest; coolant in the wound."<br/><br/>He paused, then smirked slightly, unable to resist poking fun at the new doctor. "Your pal in the Raven said you were single. I figure you're married to the job."<br/><br/>Raising his right elbow up onto a padded medical shelf next to the bed he was mostly-sitting on, the movement exposed the injury completely to the young-looking doctor, letting her examine the injury up close. "Pillager punched me in the head; tore right through the armour, so I've been leaking for around thirty minutes, plus or minus five. Might need more than a few needles to get back up to speed."