[ Yeah, he's starting to get the feeling that the crew is getting all sorts of clear pictures, and he can only imagine how affected Sara must've looked by all this for them to be watched as intently as they are being now. He manages to glare at one of the ensigns that's hanging by his bed just because, scaring him into dropping a tray with various tools before he hastily picks them up and makes a run for it. ]

Shit. Okay, I'm too banged up for this conversation. Hold on.

[ He barks at a nurse to bring the wrap leg regenerator, which is going to be a pain to get around his own leg but he'll manage. Then he nods to Sara. ]

Get me a decent scanner, then pull the privacy dividers.

[ It's not a room so it's not perfect, but it will block out most of their conversation, so no one can listen in or try to take a peek like it's any of their damn business. ]