Goading? Me? [ She shoots him an innocent smile, thankful at least that she doesn't have to clean and dress the wounds herself. Attempting to patch herself up when the wound is in such an awkward position to reach would be annoying enough without a concussion swimming around in her head. ]

Hey now, you're the one who insisted on personally pulling samples from the surface, remember? Which, by the way, you should probably do at some point. I'm only crash landing on this planet for you once.

[ She cocks a brow at thick, over-sized sweater he offers her, narrowing her eyes at it and straightening to help him get it over her head. ]

And here I thought you just wanted to cut my shirt off for the view. [ She worms her way through the fabric, maneuvering her head through the opening, then her good arm through the sleeve. She doesn't wince or flinch even as she moves her wrapped arm through the other sleeve, flexing her shoulder just a bit to work out a bit of soreness there. ]