Too bad, you're gettin' rations and that's the end of that.

[ He shoots her an amused look, though, eyebrow lifted. He understands that sentiment all too well, alas they're not in a position to be picky. ]

Stay quiet, lay low, rest, recover and wait until it's safe to go out. [ He says as he finishes healing the last of his minor injuries, putting his tools back into the medkit. His shirt's fairly dirty too, so he takes it off and replaces it with the other black sweater in the bag. ] Yeah, well, I can be fun when I'm not stranded on a planet I've just crashed on, treatin' my pilot for a concussion and a fractured rib, while we wait for an indeterminate amount of time until someone comes to rescue us. Sorry, just not in a great mood to be havin' fun right now.