He winced at the sudden surge of pain, but it was a reflexive action, from memories of other withdrawals, rather than actual pain. "She wasn't sure if she could do that either until she did it. And once I am out of the med-bay, I am sure the minions could sweep me up and drag my sorry carcass home with little issue and only minimal delay. Gods know they have done it before."<br/><br/>He stood up, and gathered up the extra arms, the new devices that had merely delayed the onset of the withdrawal, and the two auto-syringes. It took a moment to finish, though he was used to cleaning up his messes as he went, more from lack of space than any need of cleanliness. "When do you want Elizabeth sent back?"