He chuckled. "Doc, I'll be honest; I've spent the better part of twenty years patching myself up from battles, brawls, bludgeonings, stabbings, and similar brutality; getting shanked in the side with shrapnel isn't that new, and it's not been my first romp with coolant poisoning. Now, I'm trusting your judgement, but I'd appreciate it if you trusted the medical technology you work with; we may not be as equipped as NAIS, or Tharkad General Hospital, but I won't rip. Besides, meat, gravy, and potatoes isn't that bad, and I haven't eaten in the last twenty hours anyhow. Seems someone up in medical forgot to preselect an 'approved meal' before walking off while hoping I'd fall asleep."<br/><br/>Getting up from his seat, he moved around the table to sit next to her. "Now, if it'll make you feel better, I'll sit my ass right here and you can make sure I'm doing fine, but you're not going to be poking me with needles, unless you want everyone on the dropship to avoid you, for fear of getting a needle in the flank steak. And I know I'm a lousy patient, but I also know my limitations, and work within them."