"They do have tanks full of healing goop here, so I just got lucky this time," he says.

He waves a hand vaguely.

"For a given value of 'lucky,' considering I need to get my entire DNA structure fixed. But at least they can do that without making take a bath in stuff that smells like cough syrup and feels like jello."

He does at least feel better. Already. The crisis is averted, he's not going to die, he's all medicated up and not in pain, and healing up apparently won't even take that long.

It could be way worse.

"You okay?" he asks. "You weren't hurt too bad, were you?"

They'd both gotten knocked around a fair bit.