[It's a gnarly injury, now that they can see it properly! About what you'd expect from a whole piece of metal just being shot at fuckin hypersonic teacup speed through someone's leg. At least it's nice and clean.]

It's fine - I know I needed repairs.

[He bled a lot all over the place and all over his potato, but it's fine. At least it didn't get any worse...]

--You don't need to apologize either, though. [To Chang Geng. And then, bluntly:] I don't really wanna hear any more sorries.